Friday, March 13, 2015

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!

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