When we close out this day in New
York we will still have a few more weeks of cold and stormy weather to work
through. But the tantalizing glimpse of
the future offered through sunny skies and temps well into the fifties this
weekend felt as pleasurable as a first step in the sand at a favorite beach.
Like a lesson in antonyms, crocuses
peeked through the soil across the street from giant mounds of mold laden and debris
peppered snow. And skaters, cyclists and
joggers moved freely on trails and paths leading away from parking lots
featuring still stranded cars.
The heavy weight of three, four, five
or maybe even six wintry mix events has been lifted off of us. ‘Ice dams’ will soon be a phrase I can
forget I ever heard.
My shoulder is feeling better from
the break in shoveling and I believe I won’t have to see the orthopedist after all.
Bystanders and traffic can coexist
with tall buildings while no longer fearing large falling chunks of ice. Streets are suddenly wider again and if I
forget to fold over my side view mirror it’s no longer synonymous with a
scheduled trip to the auto body shop.
The tilting patios are beginning to
level.
Maybe….just maybe…I will consider
driving on the Bronx River Potholeway again.
I can think of a time when I will
open my heating bill without first shuttering.
As a good sign, I have forgotten about the portable heater that helped
keep the plumbing at the rear end of the house from freezing.
And the self diagnosed frostbite on
my cheek was just redness.
So too as I feel the seasons
hardships slip away I will miss the snow forts and snowball fights with fav
bud. I’m glad as well for the sleigh
riding trips. And thankful, yes I’m even
grateful, for occasionally being outside and in harmony with the quiet
peacefulness of fresh fallen snow.
© 2014 Christopher’s Views
