A Monday in March, when the calendar still reads of winter, can feel like one of the sadder days of the year, especially when the time change is still on the horizon (is this really the last one ever?) The question hangs in the air, like Monday takes its time to pass, crawling to a slow but hopefully inevitable end.
Outside, the pool looks like a little pond, a calm and quaint version of the riotously green visage that will return in just a few months. Winter’s slumber is not quite done. The re-charge continues…
