Snow covers the ground, unmelting. The cold still grips the northeast with a steel fist. My car is covered with a fine layer of salt, and though you can wash it off, it is a pointless job. Drive another ten minutes and the film will be back on your windshield.
But today, while it is clearly not spring, brought to me the hope of spring to come for the first time this year.
It's beautiful and sunny outside. Birds sing happily. Flocks of geese chatter to each other with their nasal honks as they head - that's right - north. The grocery has blueberries and plums on sale, and the streets of Manhattan are dotted with budding tulips in pots.
The groundhog has not yet spoken, but spring is inevitably coming. And for now, that is enough.
Posted by andrea at January 30, 2003 04:32 PM