Winter refuses to surrender to Spring.
Friday morning, April 19th, I awoke from a deep dreamless sleep. It had erased all thoughts of the dramas of the previous days: Boston Marathon bombing and the fertilizer plant explosion in Texas. I had even forgotten the steady snow that had come down most of Thursday.
That is until I looked out window to see late December staring back at me. The world was encased in in icy concrete. Five inches of very heavy, water rich snow weighed down the power lines. The evergreens in the front yard were bent almost to the grown.
I went to the Patisserie for breakfast and conversation. It was then that I saw the bicycle entombed in the snow.
Today is April 22nd and despite warming temperatures snow continues to cover most of the ground. The forecast is for another couple of inches of slushy snow during the night.
I feel like I’m living in a Willa Cather novel.
Note: I’ve been trying to write about the Boston bombings but have hit a wall: so much to consider, so much to be revealed. I am leery of the emotions that the news outlets are trying to stimulate with their portraits of the dead and wounded. Some things require time and thought.