The Trickiness of March
"Ahhh," you think.
But in the breeze you can still feel the icy fingers of winter caressing your neck. And you walk toward the corner and step into the shadows while waiting at the red light and suddenly your fingers are quite numb and you wish you had your gloves and when you look to the sky the clouds have passed over the sun and everything that seemed bright with promise a few moments ago is drab and gray.
Should you go back and get your hat and gloves, or trust that the sun will appear again to warm you?
That is the trickiness of March.
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