Clear and not so cold

Sun on snow is too bright to look at for long, so Jenny and I rest our eyes lying on our backs, staring into a peerless blue sky. A bald eagle flies over – there must be open water on Minnehaha Creek today. I close my eyes and feel the sun melting what’s been frozen. I hear the low trickle of running water, and feel the sticky brown sponge of the earth, soaking it up.