The quiet changes

The morning greeted me with bitter cold again today, although temperatures have risen into the just below freezing mark. I heard a single bird, a common bird whose name I do not know, crying out as the sun came up. I watched the temperature rise. The sun shone for less than half an hour before becoming slowly eclipsed by thickening clouds. Another snow storm, just about upon us now. I worried earlier in the winter that the ground would be too dry coming into spring. No worries now. Another warm spell is around another corner. Slowly the new layer of snow will melt, saturating Earth. This cold will lift. The birds will no longer complain.