The first truly warm day of spring makes everyone in Minnesota a little crazy. Local news stations report the weather from the beach of Lake Calhoun. And everyone grabs for t-shirts and shorts as the temperature pushes 60 degrees, forgetting that were this October, we’d be shivering in sweaters and coats.
I took a walk around my neighborhood on Wednesday, ending up in Thomas Lowry Park. The change of seasons is nature’s art. Melting water and mud everywhere. The snow has reduced to small frozen blobs on the sidewalk and vague crusty ridges scattered throughout last year’s dead grass. There are no leaves yet, nothing sprouting, but it’s coming soon. This is the metamorphosis stage. And it’s that feeling of possibility that overwhelms you when you walk outside this time of year. The feeling of hope.
The endurance test of winter is nearly at an end. During Minnesota winters — even milder ones like this year’s — all you can do is survive, one day to the next, and dream of spring. We’ve almost made it.
And really, it’s just nice to be outside again without having to wear four layers.
About the Author: Sarah Howard is a freelance writer living in Minneapolis.
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