Dreaming About Spring
Snowstorm Fern has officially finished showing off. Final tally: a ridiculous amount of snow that now feels personally targeted. Fern, as a name, is supposed to imply green. Lush. Soft. Alive. Right now she is aggressively white, frozen solid, and daring us to complain.
But here’s the thing I keep reminding myself while my face freezes just looking outside: in four months, this same ground will be green again. Real green. The kind that smells like dirt warming up and sounds like birds arguing. The chairs buried out there will reappear. The yard will stop looking like an abandoned snow globe. Early May will show up like it always does, quietly undoing all this drama.
It’s freezing today. Deep, bone-level cold. But the snow is already working its way toward memory. Spring always wins eventually.
Until then, we layer up, stay in, and let the idea of green do a little of the warming for us.
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