Saturday must have been quite a rude awakening for my little snow drop flower. Friday, it was starting to bloom, reveling in the fresh air, not having the burden of snow on its leaves. I can imagine how it felt. An early spring, a time to show off. A head start on the future. Saturday, the poor snow drop was covered in cold, white snow.
I can also imagine how it felt on Saturday. How easy it is to get ahead of myself, to dream, to imagine. Then, reality hits.
Life is supposed to be about twists and turns, but sometimes we don't like it when they affect us.
I don't much like it, right now.
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