I'm weary of winter. Snow is preferred to the cold, raw, dark, cloudy season we've had this year. I long for spring with it's longer days. To hear the symphony of birds as they prepare their nests, while peepers wake from their winter slumber and start their own songs . Warm days, filled with sun. Cool evenings. The blue sky turns inky black. The night sky fills with stars. In the yard dance the Fireflies.

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