Sun, and a bit of a thaw along with the hope, at least, for some new snow soon.
The snow we have looks tired, even though it hasn’t melted much, and
it’s still powdery in most places. It still gets dirty: nothing big –
bits of tree bark, seed hulls, a stray leaf, but it spoils the
gleaming white perfection of the snow, or maybe it reveals the
imperfection that’s already there. Anyway, it’s like grit in my eye
and I want to cover it up with fresh, clean snow.
A couple of crows eat breakfast together, but I want to be alone.