Thursday, March 8, 2012
Isn't it strange how we long for each new season, waiting (im)patiently as a transition happens, looking for the first signs that something new is underway? Even with the constant diligence there comes a day when we are surprised to find that this change has been happening right under our noses. How did those little buds appear on the tree? Where did that snow melt to so quickly? Hey, the sun is setting a few hours later than it once did.
We are finding our first surprises and evidence that the transition is well underway. We got a fresh blanket of snow yesterday morning, but by afternoon it was like a distant memory. The sun is setting a little later and in a different part of the sky, sending its last rays onto our kitchen walls, making a golden glow as I set to preparing dinner.
We are venturing out more and more and wearing fewer layers. I am hopeful that I can make it through the next little bit of winter without bursting the buttons on my jacket.
However, I am finding great beauty in this place in between. The give and take between winter and spring is creating its own messy and beautiful space. Mud in the day ices over in the night. The snow melts and pours out of the gutters until the sun slips behind the hills and then freezes, only to resume its flow in the morning rays.
Snow boots or galoshes, these are the problems we are facde with. We are dreaming of open windows and fresh air, but for now this moment is so very beautiful.