"Thaw with her gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer.
The one melts, the other breaks into pieces."
-- Henry David Thoreau
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"Ice contains no future, just the past, sealed away."
-- Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
I ain't stoopid.
I know there's more Winter to come.
I've lived in Ohio and Michigan my entire life, so I know that Winter always has a second act. And most likely, a third.
I know better than to get my hopes up when there's a brief intermission -- a momentary thaw.
But that doesn't mean I don't still enjoy it when the big round thermometer nailed to our fence, basking in afternoon the sunshine, reads a balmy 40 degrees. Or when the icicles that fringe the eaves of our house in severe, jagged spikes get all round-tipped and melty.
A tiny glimpse of Spring, no matter how fleeting, is like a little peek at the coming attractions.
But I'm a jaded Midwesterner, so I don't get too excited.
I've learned not to let my guard down. Not just yet. Not this early.
Now's the time where I brace myself for Winter's sucker punch.
Because I know damn well that intermission goes quick. Winter is simply off freshening her makeup, spritzing her throat and taking a piss. The lobby lights are already flickering. The place will soon grow dark again and that bitch will climb back on stage.
What a diva.
