The air is quite dry right now.
Cold Northeastern wind blowing down across the valley and out to the coast.
White snow like confectioners sugar blowing across the roads, pushing up in small fine heaps along the curb.
Not adhering to anything.
Just moving. With the wind.
Wind chimes are all singing.
The house creaks and the tall elderberry tree is scraping across the window.
Spring is very close, vibrating under the earth.
I can feel it.
Winter is doing, as winter does, hanging on desperately.
Soon to be chased away by the next click
In the gear of the Wheel of the Year.