March

“By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again. Not that year. Winter hung in there, like an invalid refusing to die." -- Neil Gaiman, Odd and the Frost Giants

Old Man Winter refused to let go.  The result was a strange mixture of cold and light, the days widening but snapping shut again, like the mouths of dogs.