There's always that day, as March drips away and April shines in and the last window is OPENED, like that, when there's no more fear of snow blowing in, and winter is behind us and spring is bursting ahead and its fresh, glorious air is welcomed and ushered into the home through every last window, and the windows are not closed again until August slinks away and September slides in, and the last window is finally SHUT, like that, when the air becomes too cold and too harsh to be let indoors, and you realize summer is over and winter must be kept out, and all that remains are wafting images from warmer days that still seem to seep in, through the cracks in the glass, warming us through the brisk months ahead.
Beautifully written. Ruth you captured the changing of the seasons so eloquently. Your words captured what I always feel when winter is standing our doorstep.
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely way to capture the approaching season.
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