There's a tremendous rushing, rushing, rushing that fills the air now. Morning to night, the sound never stops. Sort of like living by an ocean, I imagine.
At night, with the window open (<--! I know!) it's an electrifying energy that is in its own way, calming.
Rivers and streams appear everywhere I turn; splits in the field and in the road have currents cutting through where they don't belong. Full and coursing wildly, they are unceasing in their rush to get where they're going. Even the smallest rivulets winding over moss and rocks seem to have attitude.
Yippee-KI-yay! All of this water = bye bye snow.
Of course, some of us are not so happy to see the end of their beloved playmate.
To them I say: suck it, Daisy.
At the pond, the kids found cranberries and a salamander.
And me? What did I find?
Shapes. Shadows. Buds on the trees.