In Which the End is Nigh

These are moments of glad grace when the snow begins to melt and winter gives up a sunny day to tease our hearts with the hope of spring.

No one wants to be indoors today. The air is too fresh. The sky is too blue. The sun is too bright. The moderation of cold is too brief.

Tomorrow it will all freeze over again. The bleak grey will return and I will forget the sparkling joy of looking out the window and catching my breath with inward soaring flight. To-dos and should-have-dones will march down their respective lists of attention absorbing demands.

But for this moment, I will savor the memory of mist blanketing the snow in hazy morning glow. An owl in silhouetted feathered fluff perched on a fence post, framed by a field of melting white.

Winter has not yet ended. But in this moment, I know that eventually it will.