I woke up today not dreading the world. And when I looked out the window, there was a trace of snow, not the 8 – 12 inches we were predicted to get – it’s all gone east of here, and I don’t have to go there. And my back doesn’t hurt, for the first time in five months. That won’t last, but still.

So, song.

“White flags of winter chimneys waving truce against the moon…”