It’s Friday - It’s March

It’s Friday.

It’s March.

I’ll say it again.

It’s Friday.

It’s March.

Okay…I got that out of my system.

In like a lion and out like lamb.

It’s March.

It’s Friday.

Sorry…I guess not.

But it’s reversed…so it’s different.

It’s just that….

Well, you know.

Or maybe you haven’t been paying attention.

I get that a lot.

So we’re already into the 3^rd month of the year.

Only 8 months to the start of the holiday season…7 if you start at Halloween.

March is another one of those transition months.

But in good way, this time.

March closes the door on winter, which, so far, for the most part, this year, has been somewhat mediocre.

So far….

It’s been way colder than last year’s winter, but the storms, depending on where you live, have been on the “not so bad” side.

Just average, if not below, on the snow scale.

Still, all the same, we’re happy to say a quick, by-bye, adios or adieu…whatever your predilection.

Pretty soon the earth will, thaw, loosen and spread its special scent of spring on the early morning dew.

As will all the Irish pretenders who’ll also thaw, loosen and spread their special scent of stale beer and vomit on the early morning dew on St. Patrick’s Day.

March opens stark; leafless branches, scratching towards the sky.

Patches of dirtied snow, puddled by the curb.

March closes confident; buds sprouting, grass greening.

We'll even take a dandelion or two.

Heavy coats replaced by lighter coats, or, if we’re lucky, no coats at all.

Baseballs flying.

Basketballs bouncing.

The sights and sounds of March.

Turn our faces to the sun. Color on our cheeks, warmed not frozen.

It’s what makes March march.

Onward towards the spring.

One foot in front of the other.

It’s Friday.

It’s March….

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