The guy at the parking lot tollbooth by my office building is always cheery, no matter what the weather's doing. I bought him a gourmet hot chocolate with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon just to say, “Bless your smile”.
No matter what it seems, the earth is warming. About three weeks ago the tree wells showed up at the base of the birch and spruce trees on my property, making them look like they’d just been plunked down into the snow. It was the first harbinger of spring and with them, the birds began to sing again.
Then a series of rain and ice storms varnished the remaining snow into a sturdy sheen. High winds polished the surface until it gleamed like my mom’s boiled icing. We donned our ice walkers and travelled through the woods like mountain goats.
The deer, unable to dig through the hard crust, started hanging out in the village, where kind people fed them apples.
Last night, a gentle snow fell with flakes as big as wood shavings I went outside and sat on a snowbank to watch. In the dim light, the sky was filled with diamonds. Gradually, in the utter silence, I could hear the snowflakes landing on my eyebrow, cheek, chin, ear. They melted quickly and dripped down my face.
Today, the sun shone. Leaving my icewalkers at home, I tramped down our trail thinking the several inches of new snow would give me traction. One misstep on a slope sent me sliding into the wide three-foot deep treewell of a large fir tree. As my feet hit the trunk, it unleashed its coating of snow and covered me. I sat there, trapped in this hollow at the base of the tree, covered in snow, laughing. A curious pine siskin landed on a nearby alder branch with a husky tee-ee-ee. I twittered back and he cocked his head to peer in at me, no doubt wondering about this strange creature huddled under the branches making odd noises.
I wish I didn’t have to go back to work on Monday.