There has been no shortage of ice this winter. Most of it is troublesome, making me wary to walk on paths, but occasionally it’s interesting.
I’m glad to say the ice has begun to recede from the shores. Temperatures are rising, and the ice shelves are breaking up.
Spring is still a long way off here, and I wish it were otherwise. It will be a while before it’s warm enough to sit outside and bask in the bright yellows and pinks of spring or the green of summer.
But there is color, even in winter. I hope you’ve all seen the videos this week of Italians singing from balconies, or been reminded that Shakespeare wrote King Lear during a quarantine of his own. Whether you find it or create it, I hope you see color even now, in the bleakness of this winter.