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It’s snowing.

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It’s snowing.

I’m locked in the library for the evening, pressured to finish my thesis, which is due in a matter of hours.  I watch the snow fall and think ‘only in Hamilton could spring include snow.’

But the weather does change every five minutes.  So if it’s ninety and humid tomorrow, I wouldn’t be surprised.

And I wouldn’t complain.