This morning there was a shift in the light in the sky. The weekend was bitterly cold with that pink or pale icy blue tinge in the ether.
Today there was a warm hint of yellow in the sky blue and the hills glowed differently. The 28 degree F air felt balmy on my cheeks.
As we walked the dog the snow mounds by the road seemed less daunting. More meltable.
This is how we pass the winter here near the 44th parallel, where it lingers for nearly six months. We look for signs and we revel in them.