March is here and Spring is around the corner. But I walked slowly and savored winter this morning. That corner will get here soon enough.
The bright early sun had yet to get the best of the overnight cold, and the crystalline-edged snow draped across river rocks like frosty sea urchins.
The winter magic transformed even a silt covered oak leaf.
The slowly receding water left topographical patterns in ice.
Grand chandeliers hung beneath fallen trees over the Little Shenango.
And some pendant lights.
Ice covered the smallest branches and caught the sun.
And the light glowed through papery beech leaves that will soon make way.
This opening in the snow seemed like a portal into the next season. Soon enough.