Every once in a while, winter just seems to disappear.
The skies part by Moses, and the sun sits around, acting like he's been there all along.
Never mind that it will be dark in just a few hours.
Teri and Eva
The old trail begins in a floral icebox, but soon climbs out of the low gloom
past giant ferns and fallen vegetation
ancient trees in dark hollows, and young trees from a fire a century ago.
Don and Murphy
And that is that
As we dream of eternal springtime.
300 more days of rain...