Wind and rain have eaten the snow. Splotches of ice on dead grass, ducks feeding on cracked corn and a plastic shopping bag bouncing over the rotting snow are all that is left. The temperature has dropped; the air bites my skin as I lean out to retrieve the newspaper.
The sky is limitless without cloud or haze. From here, I can see the hills behind the city. The air is so clear that the edges of buildings, the bark on the trees and even the ice cakes in the river have distinct outlines. The world is freshly washed and shining.
I appreciate this crisp mid-winter day and the clarity it offers.
Words and photos are copyright Carol Steel.