The snow fights back tooth and nail, though. You can see it hanging on, digging its claws into the still-frozen ground, trying to make a stand. Some days, it succeeds; other days, it must hand over some hard-won ground to the growing Sun King, who struts around now like a gangly teenager. And can you see the snow’s teeth as well? See how they dig into the soil hungrily? It is a constant battle between the two opposing forces for the body of the Earth.
Today we saw our first delicate rain. It didn’t last long, but it brought a feeling of excitement with it. The snow howled back at it and bared its teeth even more. We would be great fools to think that the snow has been beaten just yet, but we can see its demise on the horizon. I shan’t say a word about it, hoping to stay in the snow’s good graces for the next battle. The Sun King and I have never gotten on very well anyhow, and that’s common knowledge.
|The teeth of the snow bite into the ground.|