I’m Over It
Colorado does this thing every year. To me. It ushers in March like some burlesque fan lady teasing us with what seems like unseasonably warm weather, warmer sun, and the first green shoots of Spring seeking purchase.
And then pulls the rug out from under our feet and knocks us into last month with ten inches of snow. Like an old record needle ripping across an album, we’re reminded, once again, that It Ain’t Over Yet.
You’d think we were new here. You’d think we forgot that March (and April, I might as well report) are our snowiest months.
And I’m over it.
That is, until Beta Male comes running to the window of my studio with eyes lit up like the Fourth of July asking me to come take a picture of his statue (above).
Until Charlie Girl comes and begs me to get the camera and take a photo of the icicles. Which I do. In spite of asking myself, “…how interesting can an icicle be?” But I don’t ask that out loud. The wide-eyed thrill on her face is more photogenic to me than any icicle…
…although that was pretty cool, I had to admit.
And, spying this little guy on the way back into the house made me smile at how forgetful I can be. Because no matter how cold it gets, the snows will recede and give way. They will.
In the depth of winter,
I finally learned
that within me
there lay an invincible summer.
- Albert Camus
Wow.
The quote, that is.
But nice post too.
It’s been one of my favorite, actually my very favorite, for decades. I’m glad you like it, Carl.
-though that still does not excuse you from drinking G&Ts out of season.