All through my neighbourhood the sounds of shovels hitting ice rings out. It's as if we can throw our energy into making winter end. Cracking and moving the frozen evidence of January.
Given enough time I suspect we may prevail, but Mother Nature is unforgiving and soon enough our efforts will all be for naught. Organic exercise it's called in my house. And the winter fitness regime isn't about to let up anytime soon I fear.
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