211/365 Melt

It's melting.

The north side of the street is covered in ice and snow. The street has two tracks, like skis, down the center. But my yard actually has some dead grass showing through.

I hate this. I love spring, I love the crocus and the hopeful silly daffodils and the fresh wet smell and feel to the air. But I hate the thaw. I hate the dead leaves and grass and dirty nasty crusts of ice and grime.

I sit on the stoop with Zelda and Travis, watching as Auggie, in shorts and flip-flops, picks up a handful of old crusty snow. And eats it.