Yesterday — after I published Day 819: White Thoughts — I walked out into some white I’d thought was gone from Boston.
I tried to capture some of that white proof that spring ain’t here (even though it’s almost April), with my iPhone:
Snowflakes are there, ain’t they? Can you see them?
At least those snowflakes ain’t sticking.
Here are some things I saw sticking (or ain’t) yesterday, at work:
Somebody is saying “Spring Ain’t Here,” on that sign.
Spring ain’t here and I ain’t thrilled about that.
How many springs will be here for me, in my life? I ain’t sure, but who is?
And I ain’t lying that I heard this tune while walking through those falling flakes of white snow, yesterday.
Spring ain’t here but spring is there, in that YouTube video of the Pat Metheny Group’s “Spring Ain’t Here.”
Cool, ain’t it?
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