Friday last week was wonderful. 65 degrees sunny, blue sky and the promise of spring that was on its way. However by Friday night the winds picked up and as the temperature dropped I realized that winter was not done with us yet. Saturday morning when I went for my run, it was almost as if we had not had 65 degree weather the day before, rather it seemed like winter. I went for a run, which left me feeling very wind blown and cold. I called my parents and found out that they were having white out conditions and about 6 inches of snow.
I wished for snow. I did. So this morning when I woke up to about 4 inches I had to kick myself. Of course I had to wish for snow. And what happens? I get snow. I guess if I want Spring to come at all I need to stop wishing for snow and start wishing for flowers and butterflies... The sad thing is I kind of still want snow.
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