Pretend Spring is what I call the week in mid February. Around President's day, fog decorates the fields in puffy patches. It also hovers above the water of the river. Sixty degree days bring out the shorts. Flowering trees are tricked into blooming. They pop up between the naked ones. During this week I enjoy as much outdoor activity as possible because I've been here long enough to know winter is hiding in the near future.
For everyone east of Nevada I apologize. I just HAD to write about this winter break.