Winter is loosening its grip.
The transition is quiet and magical.
Fog and mist drift through the morning
as the last snow slowly melts away.
It’s gray.
As gray as it gets.
But this is the price we pay for spring.
Winter is loosening its grip.
The transition is quiet and magical.
Fog and mist drift through the morning
as the last snow slowly melts away.
It’s gray.
As gray as it gets.
But this is the price we pay for spring.