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It snowed last night. And when I awoke, white prevailed.
A soft blanket covered rooftops and roadways. My window framed
a steel blue lake. And two mornning doves, with their necks wrapped
around each other, were perched upon the sill beside my bed. In the
distance, I heard church bells marking time.

But the light in the sky was different this morning. Brighter
somehow. As if to herald spring. 'Not yet, but soon.', I thought.

So I got up. Searched for some of my favourite tunes, turned up
the volume and danced as if to diminish the grey weight of routine.
As if to melt it all away like sun on snow, like warmth on skin.

"Those dreams are true which we have in the morning,
as the lamp begins to flicker" (Ovid)