Photo Friday: Thaw
There were days—many days—when I thought we'd never see it.
Signs that spring is around the corner, that winter, which stubbornly held on with razor-like teeth, is beginning to weaken, to ease its bitter grip, to fade.
Icicles stretch downward to needle-like points. The drip of water droplets play as tinny notes. The rush of water echoes through sewer grates.
We relax, but we should be wary: winter has a habit of railing against the growing light.
We thaw for now, we see the movement in the landscape. And we are filled with hope.
Happy Friday!
Signs that spring is around the corner, that winter, which stubbornly held on with razor-like teeth, is beginning to weaken, to ease its bitter grip, to fade.
Icicles stretch downward to needle-like points. The drip of water droplets play as tinny notes. The rush of water echoes through sewer grates.
We relax, but we should be wary: winter has a habit of railing against the growing light.
We thaw for now, we see the movement in the landscape. And we are filled with hope.
Happy Friday!
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