Until the weekend, all of last week was made of pitch black nights and gloomy gray days, but it wasn't all dimly lit doom. The sub-zero temperatures that have come to define this time of year never arrived. Huzzah. The accumulations of snow since the Sunday before could be described as negligible. HUZZAH!
The lake did not get snowed upon last week, but the storms from weeks past continue to cover the area like a quilt of deep cold. The stuff on the roads has been compressed, becoming more like a sheet of ice.
Sun! And with the late week sun came the death of Deep Winter and the birth of Thaw. Streams are running, snow is shrinking (albeit slowly), and there's talk among the men of the coming sapping season. As if to underscore the area's new found optimism, reports of various covers of the Irving Berlin classic "Blue Skies" were heard all over the state. Either that's a clear sign of an early Spring or an ominous setup for a soul crushing visit from ZOMBIE DEEP WINTER **shudder**.
-Nemo's dancing on the grave of Deep Winter.