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February 7, 2011
life in the frozen winter withers away and every alive thing asks the same question: will spring ever come?

northern winds blow south, the eastern winds ride the jet stream landing on our lake, blowing cold water over our city.

and it snows heavily.  flake by flake it snows until we are two feet trapped wearing snow shoes just to go to the store.

burrowing ourselves inside, there is no reason not to hibernate like the bears where we just slow ourselves way down.

the crazy thing, though, about this winter that is haunting: the robins never left.