snow, sleet, ice, cold and feelin' spring

     The above title may seem oxymoronic, or maybe just regular,plain old moronic, but just follow me here.  It's been, and still is one hell of a winter.  Snow, more snow,even more snow.  When it's not snowing, it's freezing rain.  And when something isn't falling from the sky, it's bone chillingly cold and windy. And I'm not exaggerating here, I mean COLD, they've cancelled the mail a few times over the past couple of weeks.  THE MAIL, people, you know, that stuff that never stops, through snow, sleep, and all that.  Well, that old adage has apparently found it's natural limit and that limit is this winter.  Going outside has become an adventure in death defying.  The parking lots, sidewalks and streets are little more than bumpy, dirty skating rinks.  And just for fun, we're getting a big old snow storm tomorrow, because you know, the four or 5 feet I have of the stuff out back clearly isn't enough!

     Yet, even with all that, I feel spring in my heart.  There's something in the sun.  Don't get me wrong, the air is cold as cold, but there's a new strength in the sun, and as it comes in through my huge windows (and I mean huge, like 5 feet high),it warms me and it heats the house up to the point that I'm whining about the heat.  It prompts Misty to open the windows to "air the place out" and to get her "spring clean on".  Spring is coming,I swear, it is.

     Hence, this piece.  I call it Soft Love. It's about the spring in my heart, I feel like flowers somehow, and aren't flowers just the quintessential emblem of spring?  It also represents love, because when you're cooped up inside for days on end due to the weather, isn't best to be cooped up with someone you love?

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