The forecasters are calling for more snow tonight. Actually, they seem pretty excited about the fact that just a few more inches will enshrine 2015 in the record books as the all time snowiest winter on record. But it’s March 1. That has to count for something. Psychologically, if in no other way.
In spite of the fact that icebergs are floating in what little water isn’t frozen solid at Chapaquoit Beach, and the temperature refuses to rise much beyond the twenty degree mark, there’s a difference in the light.
Sunlight floods through the doors and windows with a new intensity. Daylight comes earlier and lasts longer. The sun’s warmth overcomes the frigid temperatures and warms the car’s interior.
An open front door, with just the glass storm door in place, welcomes the sun’s warmth into the front hall. The only downside is that dust, once hidden by winter’s dim light, is now glaringly obvious. But that’s okay. Small price to pay for a new infusion of light and warmth.
Our frozen landscape will take much longer than normal to thaw, but the tide has turned. With March comes the tantalizing promise of Spring. Under that heavy blanket of snow, crocus bulbs are tucked and waiting their turn.