(Good morning, Wonderfuls…today’s (brief) sharing is an elaboration on a blurt I posted on Facebook a couple weeks ago…I’m not sure about you, but I need a reminder that better weather/days were here, and will be again 🙂 )
Today I opened my front door to let my dogs Frosty and Jubilee out, and swallowed a gasp as the morning air hit me with a big blast of…
I waited a couple seconds for the all-clear, and was relieved by an internal thumbs up…
“Yep, we’re feeling just fine”, my mind registered–confirmation that my eyes weren’t telling the whole story.
Granted, undeterred by my season-long rebuffs, mucky snow mounds were sentinels flanking driveway curbs as though, in anticipation of numbered days, the hardiest flakes had stockpiled their reserves…stubborn remnants of dirty weather-bombs.
And dotting the landscape–greige, unadorned, and steadfast in their refusal to collude in winter’s antics–front yard trees were holding to their reserved natures; saving their finery for those precious months dominated by sunny enthusiasm.
But astonished relief persisted, for ambivalent snowflakes powdered the sidewalks in etch-a-sketchy swaths…wispy, noncommittal brush strokes.
And prodded by my divided attention, I noticed that my exhalations weren’t accompanied by frigid foggy puffs.
As for the sky’s pallor…typically reflective of an ill wind…it defied the odds.
And speaking of the wind…it was a breeze!
That’s all it took to unleash bounding hope. Inspired to let bygones be bygones, I–with a slight and chagrined smile–admitted this to winter.
“There was something appealing about those days when your snow was fluffy enough for mittened-hands to swipe snowfall from my car windows…and, hot chocolate never tasted so good as when you did your worst…and shoveling had its moments…so…well…thanks for that…maybe (just maybe) I was a bit unfair to you.” 🙂