Snow drifts by the window and I lean against the radiator, sipping hot cocoa before bed. What joke is this, you ask? The Ides of March have long since passed. April Fool’s is close , so close that one might think today’s the day. But no, just one departing kiss of winter as she leaves the house of Spring.
The day came on like spring, too warm for coats, but skipped over summer. By rush hour we were well into fierce autumn skies and the kind of torrential rain that whips the last of the leaves off the trees, except that the leaves have been off for months now. By the time the dog and I made a last trip outside, winter had shown up in full force. The sky sparkled with stars and the temperature plummeted down, down, down. We headed inside and off to bed to listen to the shutters rattle and the wind howl around the corner of the house.