Like a Lion

I’ve always felt that in the area I reside, snow in March was a brief occurrence that rarely had the fortitude to outlast a day. Sure, there’s the occasional flurry, or even an inch or two that coats the trees, whose buds have recently stirred from their annual slumber. Snow lays on the grass, that was only green in sporadic patches, while the blacktop shrugs it off, barely delaying commuters except to unearth galoshes from the recesses of the coat closet. I wonder if the shivering flowers that started to peer out of the thawing Earth have second thoughts about their yearning to see the outside world. Today, Winter’s last gasp blew into town and spewed its soft white blanket across the countryside. For me it’s a nice reminder of what we leave behind.

Nikon D800 Nikkor 28-300mm f/3.5-5.6 @ 28mm f/22 ISO 100 1/8 sec