The unseasonable warmth has departed as quietly as it arrived, leaving only the memory of t-shirt weather in its wake.

This morning the air carries winter’s weight again. One degree and the kind of gray that settles in for the duration. The ponderosas stand patient in the cold, their bark dark with moisture that never quite becomes rain.

Yesterday’s warmth felt borrowed, like wearing someone else’s coat, comfortable for the moment but never quite yours. The trails that emptied during those strange March days are filling again, voices carrying differently in the thinner air.

I find myself checking the thermometer more carefully now, calculating the distance between what was and what returns. The donut bed holds heat longer when the house runs cold. Small mercies reveal themselves slowly.

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