The bare trees in the distance belie the sensations of spring on this sunny January  afternoon.

The bare trees in the distance belie the sensations of spring on this sunny January afternoon.

Winter relented for a few days this past week as we tasted a spell of pre-spring balm. Leaving the office in the afternoon to absorb the sunshine under that massive dome of sky blue hemisphere awakened senses that have been dulled since December by so much of winter’s gray, dreary chill.

What monstrous bureaucrat decreed that man should be oppressed by walls and computer screens on days such as this, when practice for spring sport is going on right across the street from the office? Life is too short: I protest.

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