Patience is a virtue. Whatever. I am ready for this to get to the next step.
I feel like we are in a state of suspension. Oil drifting slowing through ice cold water. Droplets left to idly float down. Snail speed. Abandoned to drift through the fluid. Plodding.
Spring has probably begun on the island. We’ll find out eventually. Has the winter drowned all prospects of an early clearing? Will there be inches of gooey wet mud through which to slog? Of course there will be; especially after a few chosen trees hit the earth.
I need spring. I need motion and sprouting and activity. February has an extra day this year…of course it does!