I guess they’re going north for the summer!
Officially we got 3″ of snow yesterday, but the buildup on my porch rail looks like 5 to 6 inches here.
I’m ready for spring.
“Where are the snowmen of yesteryear?”
running like a circle in the windmills of my mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone,
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space,
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.
Okaaaay, it’s getting as little boring around here :\
“Where are the snowmen of yesteryear?”
Global Warmingâ„¢
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I guess they’re going north for the summer!
Officially we got 3″ of snow yesterday, but the buildup on my porch rail looks like 5 to 6 inches here.
I’m ready for spring.
“Where are the snowmen of yesteryear?”
running like a circle in the windmills of my mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone,
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space,
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.
Okaaaay, it’s getting as little boring around here :\
“Where are the snowmen of yesteryear?”
Global Warmingâ„¢