Relative Something

With spring-like weather showing up way too soon, we have changes going on that are very un-February-like.

The moisture of the melting snow rises in the morning to create a mystical haze in front of the pines in the distance.

The remains of the melting plowed snow on the edge of the driveway are smeared with the dirt that got scraped up by the blade.

Most uncharacteristic of February is the clicking sounds of pine cones popping open in the warm sunshine.

My poor brain is wrestling over reveling in the luxury of the gentle weather at the same time as fretting over the complications this odd warmth could bring about.

In the moments between mental wrangling, the craziness offers plenty of opportunities for me to busy myself taking pictures of scenes that catch my eye.

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