There are days and there are days

7 days before spring.

1 day after 14 inches of STUFF, about half which was frozen rain which melted together into a sheet on top of which we got 7 inches of snow. Since the snow sat on ice I could not use the snow blower because the wheels just spun.

The precipitation was so heavy one of the larger oaks cracked, split, fell and took down the power lines which were wrapped around it making it impossible to take the chain saws and cut it up ..at 4:25 AM. That’s the sound of generators you hear.

That was yesterday. Today it’s 25 under truly spring sunshine warm enough to bring out a sweat under doubled sweatshirts and it’s a perfect day to blast one eardrums off with head phones under the mad bomber hat and slowly horse the snow blower around, and revel in every second. 

There are people out there, but so far away the soft perfect surface just stretches away to their tiny black lego like figures.

Yesterday I was sick of it. Today, I’m sorry tomorrow can’t be like today.

I wasn’t thinking about Obama, or the Crimea, or China, or the Muslim Brotherhood, or the missing 777. I was watching the bite of the maw of the snow blower, stopping to look at the blinding blanket of perfect bleached whiteness stretch away and away, and listening to the Foundations, blaring Build Me Up Buttercup, Doris Troy (and I feel so ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh) , and Lloyd Price (Walk, Talk, Smile, Charm).

Tomorrow it will be 43, overcast, and this will all begin the long slide to silver gray mush. There will not be another day like this, this year, I think. The odds are it will not be that long now, as the seasons tend to catch up to average. 

It may be a long winter, and one without global warming, and the coldest since 1912 (did they keep national records earlier?), but today it was just long enough.