Alas, Still Winter
After two Fridays in a row of Spring of Deception, I’d allowed myself to hope, but, alas, still winter. More appropriately, this is the time of All the Weathers. Rain warmth, arctic cold, great gusts, and freak snow squalls. Has Mother Nature finally had enough of us?
I want to go outside, to walk without hunching my shoulders, still a bit sore. Ollie wants to ditch his coat and pitch it into the fires of Hell, where it belongs.
Let’s not burn books; let’s burn jackets and boots and gloves. We can dance and chant.
Willing signs of life into being
I find myself stopping to inspect branches, to will signs of life into being. Buds have formed on some of the heartier species. I long for something green and fresh and alive.
Golden hour comes later now, and I don’t always miss it, engrossed in Zooms. Trees reach for the falling light, and I look up to catch it.
Life has begun its slow return, if Mother Nature hasn’t thrown us into the pit just yet. Until then, we need to hold onto our hats.
Gallery: Still Winter
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