originally posted on Uncommon Brew 1.0 on 2.22.09
wind burns the cheeks. crusted snow. dirty and dark piles. ebbing ice.
the air is crisp. sun peaks through the clouds. the sun warms the living room.
flakes turn to drops. ice becomes puddles. whites, grays, browns give way to greens.
hope of spring is here. the thaw is upon us.