Somewhere underneath the dark, jagged crust of ice outside my window, my crocus and daffodil bulbs are waiting. Maybe they're even sprouting, but I'll never know, with all that snow. Suspended somewhere in the middle of that same snowbank is the sled we abandoned halfway through the winter, because it was too cold to go sledding; and frozen to the top of that snowbank is the bag of garbage we flung there when we couldn't find the garbage can, because it was buried in an even bigger, awfuller snowbank. Bag of gargage as white flag: you win, winter. You killed us all.
But no! It's the first day of spring. It's International Happiness Day! I refuse to mark this day by writing about frozen...READ MORE