The clock and the calendar move 
forward incrementally, naturally 
(as it should be) from a darker 
winter we can’t leave behind to 
something resembling spring. 
In-between our seasons we take 
whatever we can, where we are.
We have little choice.
A less-than-enthusiastic forecast 
glares at me from a mobile device, 
with greater chance of soakers or
snow, more than once or twice, in
the week ahead.
April showers still to come, as it
happens, as it is always done, we
keep moving forward step-by-step
mainly in spite of the weather.

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