more of the white stuff

Does 10+ inches of heavy snow constitute March going out like a white lamb, or is the storm a blast of a lion leaving? The landscape is decidedly lamb-like, covered in fluffy white snow rounding out all the sharp edges. Seeing it, I frolicked. The snowfall felt like an old friend and I was comfortable in the sight of it. Had the spring's changes added some invisible stress? I'd have guessed that seeing the landscape revealed would have been liberating. And now covered in this familiar fluff, it seemed ... well, familiar.

And now there's news that Bruce will be coming home. Early. By a month. I can't tell you if he's the familiar, comfortable life. Or maybe that change will be a little anxious. Does a beginning always require the destruction of the old?