It’s springtime and it’s snowing. I walk outside and listen to the birds sing and feel the snowflakes stick to my hair. I feel the warmish breeze blow little freezing flakes into my eyes. Sigh…It was warmish and sunny yesterday. Now it’s cold, and icy (though pretty). The birds don’t seem to realize that though. They’re singing their hearts out and flying around like rabid little demons. It’s adorable.