as we glide into february and a stretch of 30 degree days (balmy by local standards), i choose to see this branch not as a symbol of barrenness cloaked in snow, but of snow clinging desperately, in a losing battle, to a branch bulging with this spring’s buds. it’s a half-full day today. won’t you join me?

wet snow on winter twig against a white sky

saint paul, minnesota