"One of Those March Days"

"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." (Charles Dickens)

Tuesday's snow is melting, slowly by Denver standards, but it is melting nonetheless. The trees have taken a beating and I spent much of our time walking yesterday and this morning grabbing their bowed and sagging branches and shaking them furiously, loosening the snow, rejoicing in the cold of it as it slid off the bare sad, naked and powdered down around us. Duncan was indifferent to my toils, simply accepting winter as it is, celebrating it for its beauty and stepping through its disaster with grace and his dog-like assurance that things are unfolding, no doubt, as they should.

And when the spirit moved him, as it often does, he simply rolled over in the thick, wet muck and rolled around, creating angels where it's all too easy for my Summer-centric eyes to see only demons.