It was the kind of day so full of staggering beauty that it made you long to have a camera in your hand. Records were broken, winter memories were made.
Sunshine streamed through branches that had not seen light this bright since last year. Their diamonds glittered and fell into puddles of grey slush.
February was out there selling Spring at rock bottom prices. We were more then willing to purchase it at any price. Rapidly falling for the dream. Happy to stand in line, stomping our cold feet to keep them warm while we waited. Searching for a glimmer of green in a wide sea of enveloping white. Spring was paraded into the crowd. February hummed "Everybody's doing the hustle." while g iving Winter a hip bump that knocked off it's last sock. The one forgotten by the Winter Thief. "It's here," February shouted, lies glinting off of our pale winter brows. Blinding us to the reality of the heavily piled dirty used snow, still laying everywhere. If February was selling Spring illicitly, we didn't care.
We were buying in bulk. Hoarding it for those grey, cold days we were certain were remaining, but didn't want to think about yet. February smirked at us, threw open doors, spread out wares for sale in the snow covered fields. Rubbing it's hands together in happiness at how easily we shoppers could be convinced. It even posted a few for sale signs…and raked us in. Sun glimmered against black bird's eyes, too early trilling notes jerking up heads in surprise. Eagles skimmed overhead, Ravens in slow moving pursuit. Territorial chuckling drifted down onto rough roads, before slipping into Winter's leftover potholes.
Mountains playfully grabbed at shrill train whistles, passing them back and forth like a giant ball for long seconds. The echos banking off fog extending the blast, before sending it up the valley to fade away. February did it's best to fan away the layering fog with chilly hands, but n o amount of rushing back and forth could evaporate it for long. Shoppers started to leave, disappointed by the lack of merchandise. There was grumbling as reality set in…this was a one day sale only. Feet grew cold, hands reddened. Water dripping off of rooftops slowed to measurable drops. February sighed heavily as it gathered up the last, slightly damp, crumpled sale signs, leaving with promises that maybe March would take over the business of selling Spring. That's one store we can't wait to see open up.
