I must come clean.
I hereby admit that I spent several minutes yesterday afternoon standing
outside my house watching snow melt.
I did.
The event was way more exciting than you would
expect. The warm sun felt like someone hugging
me with cotton arms as I stood there watching giant rafts of snow slip from my metal
roof and crash into my front yard. The
sheets of snow landed in heaps in my yard with a sound that was like an ugly
shotgun marriage between a thud and a plop.
Inside, my cats ran off to hide under chairs fearing
that the sky was falling.
Outside, a rather drunken moth fluttered up right in
front of me, having emerged from someplace unknown. The moth looped once at my face and then tumbled
out over the all-snow landscape as I stood there watching.
Also, hey, is it spring here or is it just me?
--Mitchell
Hegman
Photo
taken with my smarter-than-me phone.
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