It's March, and spring is in the air. For a moment, anyway. As quickly as hints of change arrive, just as quickly come reminders that say: Not yet.

A few days ago, the blessed sun thawed us as the mercury soared near 70 degrees. A few days from now, temperatures in the 20s are predicted.

March is a whipsaw. March is mercurial. March is a month of transience and uncertainty. There simply is no more confounding month.

There are years, many years, when I would swear March is longer than 31 days. In the worst years, it never seems to end.

In March, they say, spring arrives, which sometimes you really have to take on faith. Like other months, it does have its hard realities, the primary one being that whatever you are experiencing now will soon be gone.

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