It certainly has been disruptive and inconvenient and seemingly interminable as this winter is one for the record books. However, at the risk of being optimistic (which I am not always) I have to say I do not hate snow. Snow and winter, winter and snow, they are traditionally synonymous. I much prefer snow over dampness, drizzle and sleet. Snow and weather in general remind me that I have no control over many things, something which I need to be reminded of often. Snow reminds me that I must be patient. While I am not patient by nature, spring will still reward me and arrive mercifully and that is certain. 

    Of all the uncertainty and anxiety we live with daily, what an assurance to know that spring will surely be here. Nothing will prevent it from coming. The timing will be perfect, just as  cold, smoky scented night air and falling leaves save us from the doldrums of late summer heat. And, while all of this unfolds as it has for centuries, one last walk in the snow can be just as beautiful as the season's first.