
The weather is starting to say Spring.
But the calendar still says Winter.
The early morning sun now shines brightly on my kitchen floor.
And illuminates the fact that I really need to mop.
I’m not thrilled with this turn of events.
Mostly True Memoirs
The weather is starting to say Spring. But the calendar still says Winter.

The weather is starting to say Spring.
But the calendar still says Winter.
The early morning sun now shines brightly on my kitchen floor.
And illuminates the fact that I really need to mop.
I’m not thrilled with this turn of events.