I dreamed that cherry blossomed and white petals flew into my window. Somebody reminded me that last year the trees wore pale pink capes and shook drops of green leaves. I remembered the taste of white ice cream and the soft kiss of the wind…

I woke up and looked out the window.

The sky was nervously pouring snow and rain. The trees stood bare and hunched over by the gusts of frosty wind. The grass was afraid to grow… the warm sun was healing somewhere in Africa.

Absurd and vapory, April 2021! Stop telling shaggy dog stories after April 1!