I hear water dripping and running everywhere. It is as if the plumbing has broken in earth's bathroom. The river is still frozen, but thawing as I watch! I feel as if at least one surreal photo is in order:
Or maybe not...maybe I am ready to face reality. Wow, that air smells just like the air smells on the top of a snowy mountain. It is pure and clean and makes me high. The breeze is cool but gentle as it fingers my gray hair. I look up and as if someone felt I deserved a little surprise, there not too far over my head glides a bald eagle enjoying the warmer weather. (He was too acrobatic for a photo, but you can place him and his marvelous air dance in your mind's eye.)
Far out toward the creek where it joins the river I can actually see blue water! That ice in the foreground is too thin to walk on, so it will be thawed by sunset today.
Can spring be too far behind?