A sudden sunset, spectacular, but gone in 5 minutes. Even the trees seem restless, fidgety, uncertain. Only the squirrels seem to be taking the strange weather in stride. More relaxed than usual, they appear almost philosophical as they munch on our seeds.
5°C (41°F) Troubled, ragged clouds accompany near-record warmth. Jagged patches of blue too intense for winter. A small group of ducks flap frantically in formation (the only way they know how) to hop to the next pond.
I’m uneasy. Uneasy with the warmth. Uneasy watching the snow recede (again) into the ground. But those are my expectations – my ideas of what winter is supposed
to be. Better to watch without judging. Let it unfold.