Tonight while I was driving home it hit me that the landscape looked different. At one point I wondered if I had absentmindedly turned down the wrong street. There was a moment when things did not look familiar, but then it hit me – the snow has melted. This is the first time for many months that I have seen large patches of snow-free ground. I did not realize that it would strike me as such a dramatic shift in my surroundings, but it did.
Spring has been a long time coming this year…indeed, it has yet to really arrive in earnest. But make no mistake, it is near. That is apparent from the expanses of clear sidewalks and brown lawns. Can the robins, daffodils, and shirtless runners be far behind? It is only a matter of time my friends. So I will spend these next few weeks becoming reacquainted with my surroundings – the surroundings that have been primarily blanketed in snow for many months. And as is typical this time of year, I will be reminded of how ridiculously happy and hopeful those first signs of spring make me.
Winter sometimes seems unbearably long, but it doesn’t last forever. Unfortunately, neither does spring. Take it in – every day – in every little way you can.
Day one thousand three hundred and seventy-one of the new forty – obla di obla da