The day began beneath a grey-capped sky. Slowly, the small rents in the clouds raveled into one another, and out came the sky.
An odd white wisp occasionally floats past. Small patches of snow cling to the brown grass in the shady areas. One could almost be deluded into thinking that winter on the edge of the prairie isn't that bad.
So far, we've been spared the near-zero temps and huge snowfalls (knock on coffee table). Those peter out by February. Maybe we dodged a bullet. Maybe not.
Today, at least, the sun is out.