“If this were my last glimpse of winter / what would these eyes see?”

The temperature drops. The clouds grow thick over the mountains.

Will it snow? I hope, and watch the snow levels drop, down the mountains, toward the desert floor … but I know better than to hope too hard. The snow levels are low, but not low enough. The freeze will likely come after the rain, not before, as it does around here.

Still, sometimes, maybe every decade or so, the magic happens.

So I’ll keep looking out the window, just in case.

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