The day started clear, and I heard flickers, robins, and blackbirds singing when I left home to travel to the university.
Around 3 p.m., a snowstorm swept through. A north wind blew big, wet snowflakes horizontally across Pueblo's Baculite Mesa and through the university buildings, while thunder boomed.
Thunder speaks, and winter--on some level--is over. Now come spring snows.
1 comment:
oo, chas, nice association.
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