The on-shore breeze brings mild air rather than our usual winter chill. The puddles remain stubbornly free of ice and our breath remains quite invisible, as if the warmer seasons both stayed longer and arrived sooner.
It is the sort of winter where one feels as if the woollen clothing is worn more for comfort than necessity.
This winter there will be spring blooms well before the calendar says they ought to be there.
This winter, in what should be the coldest point, green shoots already arise from the earth.
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