A single cloud trails its soft, thin strokes above and between the pink rim of the east and the darker rose of the west. Last evening’s sunset showed a scattered ridge of gray and blue before the last sinking of the sun turned into an orange cast that spread across the snow and grass, catching everything in that reflected tint.
In the night, the clouds passed through and stars shone in that bone-cleaning chill of winter, a kind of clear we never see in summer.
Today, though, promises warmth, at least in relative terms. It may be that the driveway will thaw and that frozen firm of this morning’s leaving will turn into a softer mush for our returning. There are few changes in life that don’t leave some bit of mess in the wake of passing through worse for better.
But, a bit of grading and a good bed of stone, covered with a few loads of gravel will turn the driveway back into something that keeps us up out of the mud and the muck. We cannot control the rains or the melting, but we can make better places for traveling.