But First, The Thaw by Andy Waterman

You’re still wearing your winter down when the first false spring appears one lunchtime in late February  or early March.  The sun choosing for one day only to burn with a ferocity you forgot it had. Thoughts turn right on Hereford,  left on Boylston and keep racing and racing toward borrowed houses made of wood,Continue reading “But First, The Thaw by Andy Waterman”