� Cinco de Mayo � 2002-05-05 � 10:38 a.m. �
It's the fifth of May and the ground is white....
I come from a place where the snow stops in March... and starts again in December... from a place where I would be sitting on a sun deck, tank top and skirt... drink one hand, paint brush in the other...
Bathing until my shoulders were red, painting until i saw spots and drinking my thoughts drunk...
Snow this late in a year is a first for me... well except when I lived in the mountains... but even then it was melted by 10 am and up to 20 degrees by noon...
If this was my first spring here... I would move...
And then again, there are moments in the town... that I truly... truly enjoy.
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