The room is dimly lit by the little bit of sun slipping past the mostly-shut, vertical blinds. A tiny sliver of blue sky peeks around the broken slat which has fallen down and rests gently on its neighbor. Comfortable temperatures on my sofa, fresh energy from a good night's sleep, and the bird chirping on the window sill stir in me feelings of a chilly spring morning; the herald of a warm, sunny day.
Alas, I am deceived. Today's high: 23˚. It is currently 14˚.
Winter is a cruel and fickle bitch.
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