Snow falling, I can hear the ball hitting the bat echoing, kids shouting and the voice of mother's calling them on home. The branches are beginning to bloom, birds are beginning to sing a spring tune. But.. The snow is falling. Clouded skies blasting forebodingly, ominously blocking the sun and whispering it's only for a while. Somewhere a young boy is tossing a baseball up in the air as he lives out his winter dreams of spring, of summer. He looks out the window and the snow is still falling, but not for long. Ball drops, he picks it up and it rises up again, as the sun rises, it sets, only to rise and fall again, on and on. Those winter dreams whispering softly to us... Infusing a little sunshine and hope. #snowday #tuesdaythoughts #winterdreams #loveInstagram

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