Winter has turned to spring.

The last few days have been the kind of days that remind me why I live where I do. After months of tredging through snow to get to work, pushing a grocery cart through slush and muck in the parking lot, the snow has gone and the air is fresh. Ok, the snow has gone for the most part, there are still random piles where snow was piled. The Locks still have chunks of ice and it looks like a slushy, but the shipping season is well underway and things are moving again. Neighbors we have not seen all winter are outside, happy to have the fresh air too. There is movement. Winter here has a stillness to it, things come to a stop, businesses close for the winter. Spring comes and things are moving again. I can't imagine living somewhere without seasons, without this rhythm of life.