February was uncharacteristically warm this year in the PN-Dub, and it was hard to believe that on my birthday five (ish?) years ago school was canceled for a snow day. It's a quiet sort of season nowadays, with introverted sunshine and rain that seems to fall in slow motion. February is gone, and everything keeps on keeping on.
All around Tacoma the trees and flowers have been tricked into blossoming early, and lawns and sidewalks are battlegrounds of pink shrapnel bandied by the wind. Petals line gutters and cover street drains; they disguise puddles as pavement and droop with waterlogged conviction.
so very lovely - not just the pink, but the words too.
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