Spring?

May 6, 2002

The clock radio began blaring music at 6:45. Fifteen minutes later, I slowly rolled out of bed. Curious as to why it seemed so dark in my bedroom, I walked to the window. Still half asleep, I peered between the blinds.

Snow?! And not just a little bit of it, either. This is North Dakota. But give me a break . . . it is May, after all.