It's raining here today. The snow level is not much above where we are, only around two hundred feet up the bench of the mountains. The wind is blowing, and though the sun is peeking out from time to time and blue sky is seen here and there, it looks like a day to just be inside and savor the waning days of winter's cool.
This season's process of change has been exciting, ranging wide over an unusually long span of time. We're probably only in the middle, as well.
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