The snow is mostly gone.
The sky was lighting at six in the morning; when I left for work.
There was a fresh dust of white on the ground, that disappeared in the first few hours of morning.
The green is coming to my lawn, pushing past the pale yellow blades, the gray and brown remnants of leaves, the twigs fallen from the apple tree.
My cat followed the white tail of rabbit with her eyes; as she rested on the couch, by the window bay, lucid, and dreaming of the hunt.
It is election day in Minnesota, caucus day, and there is a pensive energy in the air.
I am for Hillary, but I think most of my town is for Bernie.
I think Minnesota will go hard left as well.
My cat does not care, she wants to share my chicken.