March 11, 2012
Sunny today and balmy, which is strange for so early in March in the U.P., or used to be. I’m a winter person and so don’t feel that I’ve actually lived until I’ve flung myself up against long stretches of good old fashioned winter weather and in some ways been chastened and informed by it:
I am snow and wind and bitter temperatures, winter says. You are human.
But this kind of challenge has been thin on the ground the last few years for the most part, and now already here is what seems like spring. (And springing ahead on the clock as well, which we wouldn’t have known about in anything like a timely fashion if Rick’s mother hadn’t called this morning and said, “So have you turned your clocks forward.” To which I said, “Oh.” It explained a lot. I got up at 7:30 on my clock which is very late for me, and what seemed like half an hour later it was 9:00 on my computer. I didn’t give any thought to it and supposed it was some kind of time warp.)
This unseasonable mildness and so many weak winters in a row doesn’t seem like a good omen to me for many species, humans included, or the planet in general, but still it is hard not to be uplifted by the gentle warm breeze and the sun. As I walked my four miles shedding first windbreaker and then sweatshirt to get down to two t-shirts, the sun was a balm on my head, strong enough to make me squint. And the lake–Lake Superior is as blue as a blue crayon today; the iceburgs have the uncompromising starkness of a white one. The sky–sky blue, just like the label says.