{(Blows dust off.) Do I still know how to work this thing?}
Happy spring, one and all. It's 16°F at the moment, and it won't get above freezing today, and there's a single-digit high and a below-zero low in the forecast for three days from now, but...
I love the light this time of the year. In the hour or so before sunset, it quiets everything down and slowly turns the seasonal affect dial toward..."hope."
Spring joy, or as Clifford Brown and Max Roach would play:
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