Day 9 – Snow in April

Snow in April

The wind whistles outside my window.

Unseasonably cold,

And the trees look lonely without budding leaves.

 

Life is white outside,

Yet my heart is a cacophony of color,

Of confusion,

Of not knowing what’s next.

 

It is a strange spring.

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