Most Strange Snow

This last storm was so odd. Big pillow-fight feathery flakes streaming down for hours and underneath that usual wintery deadly grey snow light, the sky was glowing a little more sunny yellow, as if really trying to yell out, "It's almost Spring, don't lose hope."

There has been a near seismic feeling under our feet lately -- under the ice, slush, mush, wreck of winter -- that sprouts and bulbs and new shoots of little green plants are trying as hard as hell to burst forth -- if this snow will ever end.

Frozen icy mornings and then by noon, a temperature you could almost imagine being spring-like, only to tumble to ice water by dinnertime. Freezing, but very provocative, quite alluring, this odd March towards April.