It might snow tonight.
Disappointing, but especially disheartening since I've been writing a post in my head about the trees for the last few days, listening to them swish and sway in the waning winter winds.
The last few days before Spring arrives? You can hear the trees breathing.
Or maybe it's pining. (Bad pun.) But don't you think the trees have been waiting for the soil to warm and the chemical signals to rush forth that signify rebirth and soft green leaves?
'How much', mutter the branches as they clank together, 'longer? It's been so long.'
and curse the idea of snow.