Slogging through February, with an extra day, a wintry addendum. We were not gifted with a snow day this year, a day when time stands still and the air is electric with light. The daffodils have popped, three weeks ahead of schedule they say, but my spirit has not popped with them. The Ides must have it, stowed in their root cellar, letting the starch turn to sugar, sweetening me up for my vernal emergence.
Come out, come out, wherever you are!