This year, February has given us days that reached 70 degrees, no sweat. Well, actually, I did sweat. That's my point.
I'm not sure what to make of it. On the one hand, I'm ecstatic about all of the sunlight and the lack of need for me to scrape my windows in the morning while my bones ache from the cold. But on the other hand, I'm waiting for the catch.
Like drought and/or famine and/or late summer blizzards.
And also, oddly enough, I feel as if Winter and I didn't get to say a proper goodbye. But that's just like me, really, to come to appreciate something just as it slips away. It makes me glad that I took these grainy photos on a late-night, solitary walk in December. It was snowing, just barely. My neighborhood took on that magical quiet only snow can bring. I wanted to capture the way the street lights illuminated the naked tree branches against the backdrop of snow clouds that looked like a giant pot of cream in the sky.
lovely photos - and i feel a little cheated too, about not getting to say goodbye properly to winter. i feel like i can't fully appreciate the warm until i have complained enough about the cold.
ReplyDeleteyes. this is so true. it has been the same way here in Kansas. the good and bad part is, knowing kansas, we'll probably catch up on the cold sooner or later. like, march. or april. with a foot of snow and all that.
ReplyDeleteYeah it's weird. We didn't really have winter here in the valley this year. It froze a few times in December and before I knew it it was 80 last week. It kind of makes you a little dizzy in the head but what can you say, global warming? haha.
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