The snow has almost vanished. A stub of a snowman is left behind, twig arms sticking proudly out. Its nose has been eaten in the night, and one of its eyes has disappeared. A sprinkle of white remains in the hidden dips of the path. Sparkling bright in the sunlight. The hills are greening again, and the sky blue above. It would have been easy, yesterday, to have stayed inside, in the warmth. To have clung to the security, to the knowledge that outside the world was swirling. Seemingly cold and inhospitable in its winter’s dance. I am learning again that the day is there to be grabbed and enjoyed, for it will not return to its current time and space. Tomorrow will be a different world.
NB This is the midget snowman pre-melting and consumption by beasties unknown!