6°C (42.8°F) And now it couldn’t be more perfect. Tattered clouds obscure the moon, drawing attention to its fullness. Through shifting holes the stars wink off and on.
10°C (50°F) The sky dried out beautifully. It’s still windy, but now instead of waving, the trees tremble with excitement. Sid and I bask in the sun.
4°C (39.2°F) Warm, damp. Moisture-laden blue-grey clouds coast by, soft and low. Snow clings like sea-foam to the high ground where it’s left. Now it feels like there’s no turning back. We may hesitate, or even falter, but we’re committed to spring – to leaving the seas of snow behind.