It’s the fifth of April and yet, despite that, outside my window it’s snowing. Not much, just a flurry here and there tossed around in the afternoon wind. But it’s enough. It shouldn’t be snowing. Winter should let us go, wish us well and send us on our way. I’m starting to need spring the way I need water. I need the genuine article, too, not these false starts and stops. I need robins chirping in trees, flowers in bloom. I need warm sun, cool breeze, and most of all no more snow.