There I was, listening to the morning DJ remind me we had reached the first day of Spring (otherwise known as the mid-point of pre-summer) while staring at a forest of white.
No, the March equinox had not brought a late season snowstorm. My attention had been captured by acres of flowering ornamental trees.
The sight tested my job dedication to the max. I was tempted to make an unscheduled detour into the flowering forest where I just knew I would encounter saddled unicorn's, elves dressed in white gowns trimmed with silver, and perhaps a surly gnome or two.
A trip into a fantastical adventure, or another day behind a desk. It pains me to say responsibility won out.
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