What lies beneath

As the dreary month of February grinds on I take comfort in knowing that the worst part of the New England winter will soon be over.

While I can’t wait for Spring, I pause to marvel at the subtle beauty of winter. I look out my window at the endless sea of white and it occurs to me that in what initially looks like a barren landscape life is still a bustling ecosystem.

Beneath the ice covering the duck pond, fish teem. In the barren branches of trees the industrial squirrel forages for survival. Tracks in the snow of tiny and large creatures alike prove that the forest is still alive despite the deafening silence and grey skies.

Finally, I think of what lies beneath the snow. The grass waiting to grow. The plants eager to bloom. And of course the location of the iPhone 7 that fell out of my pocket In December as I was shoveling.

Come on Spring

12 thoughts on “What lies beneath”

  1. While we like to piss and moan about the weather, and winter weather in particular since we don’t have the Sox to bitch about, those of us who live in New England are fortunate to have the benefit of four distinct seasons. I lived in Southern Indiana for three years and when I left Connecticut I swore I would never return. When I did, it was like being there the first time and I forgot how nice it was to experience the seasonal changes and the moderate spring/summer temps. Of course, I try to remind myself that every time I’m freezing my ass off and I have to worry about walking on slick surfaces.

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