Last weekend brought several inches of snow. Despite the overcast skies, I felt the need to get out and do some photography before the melting snow disappeared altogether. Sunday afternoon, I looked out the window and convinced myself that the sky had brightened slightly, and decided that was a good enough reason to go. I slipped across town with my camera and spent an hour or so by myself at Lincoln Creek Prairie, getting my knees wet and appreciating the shapes of melting snow crystals.
Snow really helps to dampen sound, so even within a stone’s throw of houses and streets, the small prairie was pleasantly quiet. The peace was much needed, and in spite of the dreary light (I don’t think the sky was really brighter at all) I felt tremendously better about the world by the time I left the prairie. I’m grateful that this pandemic is hitting us at the beginning of spring so we’ll be able to escape to prairies that are coming to life over the next month or two. I know that watching that infusion of life is going to be immensely therapeutic for me – I hope everyone reading this will find the same kind of therapy near them – or an equivalent. Stay safe (and sane), friends.