Unusually mild winter has befallen this year.
It’s a strange winter.
The ground is barren of snow.
A mild breeze gently touches the face.
No howling wind.
No angry snowfall.
No icy lips.
Just another early spring day
In the middle of winter.
Ah, but winter is fickle.
Next week may tell a different story.
But today,
Quiet and calm.
It’s a strange winter indeed.
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