The great meltdown begins
The recent coy and halting flirtation with actual warmth, which is to say, temperatures consistently above the freezing mark, is now more than a rumor. It's thoroughly in place. And while the end of the snow would normally be cause for genuine sadness, in my current condition, which is to say, my temporary heart compromise that makes doing all the fun snow things too much of a challenge, I am, for the first time in my life, not sorry to see the white blanket disappear. If nothing else, the leave-taking means that there's more to see and capture. One of my favorites is the way the mosses are now soaking up the moisture and, as if to let us know that a thaw is truly genuine, giving back the water, drop by drop.
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january thaw,
moss
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