It snowed once last time. The flakes were big and fluffy, and they piled up on tree branches that are already growing small green buds. The day was white and stark, and the snow glistened, knowing it wouldn’t stay for much longer. We all knew it. The beautiful whiteness, the muffled silence, the warm fires, the spicy scents of winter were all beautiful, but it is time to change now.
By midday, the white blanket had receded to some patches in the midst of the pale green of new grass. The air still had a bite to remind us of where we had just come, but the sun was warm and we could see the crocus blossoms in bright colorful spots amidst the thick, rich mud of spring. The days are getting longer and color is returning to our faces.