Snowmelt

   I know that I have written a column or two on some of the pleasures that  are given to those of us hardy souls that live in the north. I've always felt that these are rewards for enduring snowstorms and frigid temperatures.
  The temperatures started to creep up the past few days. This is something that brings joy to the hearts of us in the north. When the temperatures go up changes start to happen.
  The snow starts to melt. At this time of the year, the snow is no longer the pristine white of early winter. It's not a novelty anymore. We've made about as many snow people, houses and balls as we can. The snow is not a glistening blanket covering the sleeping landscape. It takes on an off white almost grey sheen. It's no longer fun unless you are a winter sport enthusiast. It's an impediment. It covers the roads so you slide around while driving. It covers  the parking lots so people park wherever they want. It makes large piles along the sides of streets so you can't see oncoming traffic. It's a nuisance and we are ready for it to go.
  As the snow melts the landscape changes. Driveways become visible. Mountains of snow in parking lots become hills. Bushes that haven't been seen in three to four months start peeking out from under the snow. They look like they are wondering if it is safe to shed their winter safety blanket. The lines in parking lots are visible again. The roofs of houses change colour.
  The sound of blowing wind is replaced by the sound of running water. We are serenaded by the sound of water running through downspouts. You can hear the sound of cars splashing through pools and puddles of water instead of the sound of screeching brakes. The water mirrors the sky above it which is sometimes blue and sometimes grey.
  People are visible again. After hibernating in houses trying to stay warm, people come out. They are not wearing four layers of clothing and heavy coats. Lighter jackets come out of the closet. Some do without the jackets altogether. A few truly crazy people don t-shirts or shorts.
  The air itself changes. The sharp bite of winter is gone. The air is warmer, almost gentle with a little humidity. We can breathe again.
   This is our reward for persevering through another winter. Eventually the snow will be gone. The sap will rise in the maple trees. The grass will turn green. The birds will return. People will start complaining about the heat.
  This is one of the reasons why I like living in this part of the country. You see miracles every year. Nothing stays cold forever. Eventually the sun comes out. Maybe not as soon as we would like, but that's the way it is with weather and with life. One things is sure. After every winter, there is snowmelt.