The clouds have won out. The only blue I see is in the shadows between clouds. Like painting on wet paper with watercolors. A few more degrees and everything will drip, and run, and blur. Winter’s eyes welling up with tears.
I went out in the yard today. Squirrels have beaten quite a network of paths through the snow. From tree to tree they play their games of tag, calling “SAFE!” when they get to a trunk. They then taunt me from the branches, and encourage their friends. Only birdseed brings them back again.
-3°C (26.6°F) The weather says it’s sunny, but there’s a thick, damp, shroud of haze between us. The snow is soft and sagging. I’ve seen ducks flying back and forth, too. There must still be open water nearby.