Well, it finally happened. The alarm rang this morning; I turned it off, didn’t turn the bedside light on, and promptly fell back to sleep. Woke up again at 5:30 and threw myself out of bed in a blind panic.
Imagine my surprise when I still got to the top of the Bluff on time.
It was warmer this morning – nearly forty degrees, and the next couple-three days are supposed to be the same! – so no Carhartts, which meant my legs could move more freely. The first segment of the trail usually takes about eight minutes, and today took less than five.
The clouds were a lovely pink and purple lead-up to sunrise. It’s only been a day, and yet it still feels like forever since the sun last shone.
Incoming spring so often seems like that – the days slowly but inevitably growing longer and warmer, and yet still feeling like forever and a day to crawl upward even by a degree. But bit by bit the snow and ice melt, giving way to tiny new blades of green poking upward through the soil. The sap runs, flowing upward to feed growth cells and soon buds form on the trees, unfolding into verdant leaves of all shades.
Odd thing is, though, that process doesn’t usually start until mid- to late March. Not February, not in Minnesota.
But we’ll take it anyway!
Noticed today that I’ve just created panoramic #50 – who would have thought I’d stick this project out this long?