There are cracks and puddles in the river. It is only late February and those cracks and puddles have been growing for several days now.Those cracks and puddles make me giddy. I look out the window multiple times during the day, sunshine warming my face, and I smile. The thought of an early spring gives me energy and focus.
March is looming and in the State of Maine, March can be a wild wintery month. But there are cracks and puddles in the river and once it opens up...no matter how much snow mother nature throws at us...it will not refreeze.
You probably have to be from a northern state to understand my excitement. Winter can be very, very long. Our first significant snowstorm was on Halloween. Winter is spent skiing, sledding, skating, and dreaming of green grass, flowers, and leafed trees. There are cracks and puddles in the river. Spring is not so far away.