Misting Rain

This morning for the first time in weeks the temperature was above freezing when I awoke. The house felt like it could breathe for the first time in a season. I know it is supposed to pass for colder air today, but even now the rains mist down through forty degree air. The snows are slowly loosing their territorial battle, melting back first from the base of trees and large structures carrying the suns energy in along the side and underneath the frozen mass. Here, outside my window today, the daffodils have been uncovered overnight by the warm air. They look healthy, vibrant. They don't seem to have been significantly impacted by the foot of snow that covered them for the past two weeks. These rains will be soaked up by the hungry trees. Another freeze and snow may come, but the pace of the vegetation is set for the impending season.

To criticise from a position of weakness is no longer tolerated in this great land of ours. To be weak is to be wrong. To have stumbled is to have been flawed. Ayn Rand would lick her chops with fervent delight could she see what was happening in our economy today. Are there alternatives anywhere putting down roots?

A slow fog begins to lift from the melting snow, filling the lower reaches of the forest with a pleasing hue.