The Great Thaw of 2014

Deep drifts of snow, deeper financial deficits, and exigent circumstances undeserving of further explication have conspired to keep me indoors far too much for my health this winter, so when the Great February Thaw of 2014 announced its arrival with the sound of crashing icicles and a dark, all enveloping rain, I almost felt reason for hope yesterday. The clouds finally broke this afternoon, leaving no deadline emergency powerful enough to prevent me from venturing out of my cave to experience the miracle of sunlight for the first time in a near eternity. The torrents of melting snow running down the road, the strange and fearsome things emerging from the sagging snow banks, every visible patch of yellow waterlogged grass, the slightest glimmer of reflected sunlight from the side of a modest bungalow, even the joe college wannabe hipsters on a beer run, all came as revelations of beauty to my sensorily deprived snowbound vitamin D starved retinae. The sight of a dead rat thawed out of its winter grave reminded me that not all of us have survived the winter, but the birds still sang joyously, and the sounds of running water, even if briny snowmelt in gutter, after weeks of icy stillness, was the best music I could have wished for. Even better, I found that I could operate my camera without gloves or fear of frostbite forfeited fingers, even as the day’s final rays carved their ephemeral imprint on the electrons of my silicone full frame sensor. The images I recorded today may appear utterly mundane to one accustomed to regular access to sunlight and above freezing air, but they represent to me, if a fatal head injury or hip dislocation from falling icicles or slip on melting ice can be avoided, the possibility of surviving the longest deep freeze since my childhood in the ice age. Fast fading light and saturated shoes truncated my perambulations, sending me home to savor the scent of roasting chicken and spaghetti squash upon my return. I hope you’ll indulge for a moment my reawakened sense of wonder at the the suggestion of sunlight I witnessed this glorious late winter afternoon.

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