That was undeniably the quickest spring on record. Winter has returned with a wicked vengeance. Forty mile-an-hour winds driving a sheet of horizontal snow hour after hour. The lights flicker on and off, at times staying off then returning long enough to reheat the house and reset the clocks. Roads all over the state closed due to slippery conditions and zero visibility. The baby animals huddle in close to momma. The horses wonder why they shed their winter coats too soon. The cat hunkers down atop a mountain of hay in the middle of the barn safe and sound from the pounding fury just outside the metal walls. She waits for spring to return, but winter has its own idea. The house shivers and shakes in unison with its inhabitants as we all wonder what to make of winter's grand exit.
For now, we wait.
And so it is.
The Well: A source of water, nourishment, life. The Well: Those who live in-ease rather than dis-ease. The Well: That which we strive to be.
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