snow falls on the wet ground where rain had fallen not long before.

January in New England; damp dark and cold.

The wind howls past my bedroom window, the Beatles play softly in the background.

It is late in the month; the spring will explode soon, rosebuds and new limbs at every turn.

A surprisingly warm winter for Berkshire county, the snow hasn’t blanketed us in its usual loving way.

But now, late in the season, rain has given way to snow, and the ground will be white once more.

Trying to maintain the wintery appeal that draws the tourist crowd.

If only the snow were on the city’s payroll. Then it would always be a Berkshire winter in the Berkshire’s.

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