The ass end of winter, if you'll pardon my colourful terminology. That's where we are at. Still cold. Bloody, mofo, chill you to the bone cold. Bedraggled banks of snow, covered in dirt and sand, embedded with pieces of garbage that blew away on 4 months worth of recycling days. 5 foot tall banks of dirty snow lining every road, higher than that in some places...6 foot, seven foot, taller than a man, taller than my car. It's ugly. There's no two ways around that. No romanticising it. Butt ugly, ass end, grime and muck and hard grey snow. This is the point where it feels that Spring will never come. The point where it gets hard to imagine that we won't just go on like this in the cold, getting grimier and grimier forever.
And that's my external inspiration for today.
For some Spring hope, go to visit my friend Mel's wonderful, wonderful blog. Her magical photos are helping me to believe in a Spring that seems about as close and likely as Rivendell and Sandy Claus.
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