Maybe the last of winter.

Maybe. And maybe I needed to be reminded how beautiful it is, even still.

Maybe, I needed to be driving home from errands with Anna, and look over at the fields of the Preserve. Notice the way the largest of bare-limbed trees made the most perfect shadow on the expanse of white.

Maybe, I needed to pull the car over and park awkwardly, pull Anna (unready, but willing) out of her car seat, and hike over the embankment to take a picture or two. Feel the crunch underfoot of what I'd been hoping to have seen the last of.

Maybe, I needed to lose my fingers to cold, one more time. Watch Anna throw herself upon the snow and wriggle around wildly, one more time. Notice the creek frozen, but moving underneath. Look up at the sky, marvel that it can be beach-day blue above all that winter.

Maybe, I just needed to get out there and "exchange some oxygen", as Tim might say.

It sure beat the heck out of the errands.

Maybe spring will come soon. Thanks for reading.
tt