Broken

I have to grudgingly admit that all my hopes for a proper winter have been broken by now. Yes, February and even March may come up with a few cold spells or a snowfall or two, but such last gasp efforts at the finish line will be in vain for they won’t be enough to make me feel like I am being embraced by winter. The forecasts were promising, but the outcome has been disappointing. Soon, the only way to recall a proper winter, will be with the help of photographs.