II am back in Minnesota after spending a week with my daughter and son-in-law in Brooklyn. Just a few weeks from Opening Day and we have snow here.

I have mentioned here before that I grew up in Montana. When I start complaining about snow this time of year, I try to remind myself that in Montana there are snowy days into July. So actually, Minnesota weather is far more predictable and winters are shorter than they could be.

I got the poetry manuscript I was working on while in Brooklyn completed and submitted, but I had no energy until now to do much else. Today I finally have enough energy to return here to ClimbingSky. I hope to pick up where I left off.

Yesterday, walking out of work, I saw four Snow Geese heading northwest. It is that time of year; spring migrations are just beginning. Each day there is the possibility of discovery. That, after all, is what makes spring special.

In addition to not blogging these past two weeks, I also found that I read very little. I am hoping that my increasing energy levels will also reinvigorate my reading life.

Grief wears many colors. The main color these last two weeks for me has been gray: gray skies, gray days, dirty gray sidewalks, and dirty gray snow. Yesterday, watching brilliant white snow geese flying overhead probably helped lift some of that grayness. Today, thinking of spring, returning birds, and Opening Day helps to lift even more of that gray away.