I used to think spring began in March, or perhaps even April. Now I believe that it is February which truly marks beginning of spring. Yes, there are snowstorms and plenty of cold days, but somehow by at least mid February the world seems to be changing – slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, but changing nonetheless …
The light is returning.
four o’clock and the sun is still high in the sky
Before the storm
Already melting ~ after only one day
February is certainly a strange month.
Only several days ago it was snowing. Now the snow has melted – not even a trace of it is left – and at the moment it is so warm that if I did not know better, I would surely think it was a summer evening.