The freezing fog lifted an hour ago, as the skies got all at once brighter, surrounding the snow with sharp reflections. The garden is again in colour, emerging from the black and white dyes of the last few days. Small birds have reappeared, magpies perch melancholically on tree tops and high flying gulls cross over the landscape, aiming for the coast.
The roads are clear and the pavements a mess of half frozen slush: walkers sport mountain boots and gripping shoes of various types, one cannot help judging the contempt “we” – the pedestrians – are held by municipalities struggling in the claws of austerity. Small trees get greener as the snow melts away but the grass is still hidden, and with it the snow drops that, one guesses, are awake under the white blanket.
It is too early to celebrate victory over darkness: the evenings are clearer, and would be so later even, without the idiotic change of clock that, light-wise, ruins this short interval to the middle of February. So the bike is still in the garage but spirits are already higher: with Spring approaching, inspiration, we know, will be back with a vengeance.
Related Articles
- Snowfall, Snowdrops and Thaw (Look Beyond – Weekly Photo Challenge) (mybeautfulthings.wordpress.com)
- Thaw (mooncrackerness.wordpress.com)
- 41 Day 217 – Duotone Landscape (lucygutteridge.wordpress.com)
