As I walked through those huge doors into the rest of the day, I was stunned by what greeted me – I’m sure accuweather originally had a rain cloud over this day, but where was it now? Winter has been hanging on with a bit of tenacity this year, but I took a deep breath and inhaled...spring. The sun warmed my arms, my face, my heart and begged me to undertake an explore-a new-local-park adventure. Here’s what I discovered:
Sundays are for S-capades!
(Excuse my loose use of English, but I really wanted it to start with S!)
Seventy degrees!
Shorter pants - capris in my case.
I hope I didn’t blind anyone with the shine
bouncing off of my winter white legs!
(No, there’s not a picture.)
if you happened to lose one along the way.
Snow sculptures. (Alien, anyone? And how does it stay upright?)
Still, ice. But not for long.
Smooth stones. Someone had been trying to test just how strong the ice was!
Sycamores. They stand bright and beautiful and white against the bluest of skies. I love sycamores.
Days like today reassure us, refresh us, revive us.
And like the harshness of Covid helps me to savor the joy of community, long winters helps me to savor days like today.