In the mountains where I spent my childhood, spring was never warm. The muddy soil was dotted with snow patches, and icicles clung to gutters late into May. It was like glitter on the pavement when they finally fell to the ground, the tiny shards of winter shattering in puddles. When the afternoon sun licked them up, it was as if they’d never been there, as if winter had never covered our town or home.
In search of heat
This is really amazing, spring really does sneak up on you it’s the I’m never sure how many layers to wear haha