We’ve seen so little of it, and the cold of these last 6 weeks has been intense. Sometimes I wander between windows, a wide-awake pudding faced bear ready to go out and forage. The older I get, the less I can bear this enforced sequestration … and the gray.
Two Saturdays ago, I stepped outside the Store during a lull and tilted my face up to the Sun. It had warmth in it that day. I know I audibly sighed in pleasure.
We have bluebirds here. A titmouse was singing this morning. The birds know what’s coming. Let it come quickly.
