Snow Drifting Down
It’s March on the calendar and flakes are falling. Not fiercely, not fast, but a slow, soft flutter.
Ash Wednesday, the start of Lent—and snow hasn’t quite let
go. On Sunday I went on a hike with a group called Adventure-ish, all female
(plus a dog or two). The path in places was a sheet of ice. Our boots broke
through where it was crackle thin and mostly we had to navigate the biggest
patches by walking off to the side. We could hear the not quite frozen river
POINGG as the ice shifted. There was also a persistent woodpecker—getting the
ice cube grub.
After a 2-hour hike, with snowflakes swirling around, my
hands were cold and I was ready for lunch.
Despite all this—I know spring is coming. The sun tells me
soon, soon.
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what's left of square of snow on back deck |
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