It must be spring – Calgary is awash. We have deep piles of snow, getting heavy and thick in the top layers, roads covered in running water, and oozy slush everywhere. Crossing the street is a hazard, between the piles of snow, the pools of water, and the ooze in between.
But it’s spring. It’s warm, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and everywhere is the sound of water – dripping, running, splashing. Any snow that falls now must surely be spring snow.
Maureen
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