My jammied children stand with mouths agape at the white wall that's blustered into our front yard. A blizzard has swept across where our street was once visible and it sends a wild pulse through the veins of these kiddos. Suddenly, there's chatter of snowmen and fort-building and tobogganing again. It's going to be a good one, after the wind settles down--a fine dumping after that disappointing thaw.
But, it's not long before a pseudo-spring blanket of warmth falls upon our little town and our once-lost sled peeks out from a saturated, grassy carpet. Nevertheless, my innovative children attempt (with gusto) the same activities with or without the smow.
Surely, there's more winter to be experienced!
And so we wait...