Sorry.
It's my fault.
I talked about the weather and mentioned the word snow.
I went to North Carolina, where Spring has sprung.
I enjoyed warmth and pollen.
I stuck my tongue out at New England.
I mentioned car washes and beach chairs.
I laughed at the weather front dropping torrential amounts of rain.
I flew through clouds and turbulence and smiled.
I had gloves and a down vest at the ready for landing back in Boston.
I kept my heat cool and the shower hot.
I pre-warmed my car every morning before work.
I basically thumbed my nose at Mother Nature this whole week.
And then -- New England woke to snow.
Not a lot of it, but enough.
Mea culpa.
It's my fault.
Sorry.
