Good-bye snow angel

There are a few days every spring when you can dance on top of the snow. After the melt starts. And in the morning, after a night below freezing. It is a  funtastic time.

You can wonder randomly in and out of the trees. Anywhere really. Go ahead, jump up and down. You won't come crashing down through three feet of snow. But do get out early 'cause every day now, it turns into a mucky mess by noon.

I wasn't aware that the time had come until one morning seeing  my goofy husband flapping and jumping wildly, grinning toothedly, it dawned on me what his excited game of charades was trying to spell out.

It is time to run and skip or lay on top of the snow.

He had to leave for work but made me promise to get out and walk this snow. Magic melting freezing snow.