Hinting at Spring, and keeping Nature out

It's March now, and as much as we might wish for warmer days (and are getting them in some places) the snow is not receding quickly enough for most of us.  We want clear roads and yards of grass. We get mud and saltwater instead.

there are plants under there, somewhere... 

so very dark, we are all so tired

As the melt comes, and it is coming, we have that ever winning element of water surrounding us, even in the most land locked of places. Rivers appear where there were once mountains of ice and we think, passingly, of the icecaps and the glaciers that are melting in other parts of the world.  We curse driving through the same water we pray doesn't refreeze into waves of treacherous road hazards.  It's a love/hate relationship this time of year, and we can't wait for the daylight that brings us out of the dark of winter.




So the water comes, the dripping barely ceases and becomes the soundtrack for our days and nights, and we are left still wanting the light, still wanting spring, still looking for the sun to replace the lantern.