Drip…drip…drip


The temperature rose above freezing today. Icicles dripped water from every corner of the house, and yesterday’s snow-packed streets today became the slush rivers of springtime in my childhood Ontario.


I convinced Scott to break after lunch and walk down to the park. I wanted to see snow on the shore of Puget Sound before it all melts away. As the surf crashed over the breakwall, salting the ice covering the concrete barriers that hold back the Sound, we took in the sight of driftwood and beach smoothed-over by thick powdery white. Tracks of birds and mammals – big and small – criss-crossed the blanket that finally dissolved at the high tide line. Cool.

…And then we played on the swing before trudging back home…


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