Susie is snuggled against me this morning, all safe and warm inside the house while yesterday’s snowstorm melts in the morning sun. We had a whopper of what they call a Nor’easter yesterday, the second one within a month, and it walloped New York City with snow, rain and ice, leaving behind an inch or two of good ‘ole city slush. What a mess!
Last night, my street was a silent frozen landscape absent pedestrians or cats. This morning, life resumed and there is an iridescence to the ice left behind. A sparkle to the bare limbed trees. A warmth to the still cold winter air. Spring must be near. You can feel it even as you shovel heavy snow from the sidewalk below.