“Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.”
-Doug Larson
It might still be below freezing in the mornings, and the early day sun while bright is not enough to warm the morn. But it is enough to start to warm the heart and inspire hope.
The long nights are passed, and the days are getting longer, There are the sounds of birds at dawn, and the faintest hint of green on the trees and ground as brown is slowly replaced with the colors of new life.
The rivulets run down the streets and sidewalks as the ice melts and the snowbanks slowly disappear, daily shrinking until only patches remain in the shadows, reminders of the harsh winter fading into memory as so many others have and the sounds of children’s laughter fills the air as they gleefully jump in the puddles, splashing without a care in their rubber boots.
The slog of another dark season has passed, and although there are not yet flowers the mud and muck and slushie socks from the melt are harbingers of the better days ahead.