One of the wonderful things about a cold winter is that first day when it feels like spring.  You can only get it if it has been solidly winter for awhile.  There is something about the melting snow, the angle of the sunlight, maybe the sounds of running water or a bird practicing.  You can almost sense the sap in the trees, though they haven’t yet begun the run.  Such was today.

Nothing actually melted of course, though light snow in sunny spots vanished into thin air without a trace.  There will be at least another month to six weeks before anything even considers growing, even the bravest of crocus.  But the world is turning.