Fog

Fog down to the ground - light enough to count as mist, and somewhere up above, the sun, lighting the fog bright-white. Every day a little less snow, but there isn't the spring of Manitoba here.

Almost May

The sun slants in yellow and actually has some warmth now. You can see the difference in the way people walk. I almost lust for leaves.

Warm weather

The snow is still melting, and the air smells like rot, like wet tin, like the soil castings from earthworms. It's hard to believe that there is so much to smell, and how, just weeks ago under snow, there was so little. And you didn't even notice it was missing.

Spring comes...

And next door, hundreds of pounds of dog crap appear from the snow. I love the melting snowpiles at the malls, the way they melt in a stratified pattern like a cut bank or an archeological dig, only much faster.