Relative Something

It is Thursday. It is March. I have a cold. Life goes on.

Yesterday morning when I opened the garage door and exposed myself to the day, it wasn’t the new snow that first caught my attention. Granted, the snow was a primary feature, albeit a relative small amount of new coverage. What made the biggest impression was the cheery spring-like sound of birds.

Later in the day, when I stepped out from work to run an errand, what I found most remarkable was how clear and dry the roads were already, after the overnight snowfall. In a little over a week, we will have reached the vernal equinox. The prediction for these parts is to expect near-record flooding as the snow-pack melts.

I sure hope my lungs will have long ago cleared of the congestion brought on by this cold.

I can sense things changing. Meanwhile, it’s just Thursday. It’s March. Birds are singing. Life goes on.