White to Gray
I'd like to say that I can see spring peeking around the corner of March. But instead, the piles of snow continue to grow, inch by inch, and still in spurts of feet. Layers form where rain and ice have compacted what was light and fluffy fairy-tale snow into blocks of crusty ice. It is not pretty anymore. The piles in town are dirty and gray. Our house feels oppressive, like a ship stuck at sea. There is white everywhere you look, and I'm ready for green once more.
Mon, February 28, 2011