The polar thaw

The sun stands higher and brighter in the sky

The dripping outside my door is rhythmic

The snow descends softly from its perch dancing to the ground

I hear life in town moving again after its quarantine

The smells of fresh linens on the clothesline are a voice from the future; spring is close

The vortex has moved on to its next victims.

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