wet snow and the peepers


It was white and wet when I woke up this morning….and I could hear the peepers making their noises in the woods in front of and behind me.

It was a short-lived snow….and I was glad about that….but the sound of the peepers caught me off guard.

What was going on?

Wasn’t it a little early for the spring peepers?

I can’t believe that it’s a sign of the coming Armageddon to hear the spring peepers when the snow is on the ground….but I felt a little sorry for them.

It felt like they might have missed the boat.

They felt early, somehow.

It’s funny…..how tied into nature we still are…even if we do everything we can to separate ourselves from the natural world.

We know when something feels a little “off”…..even if we don’t understand why it feels off.

These peepers feel out of place….even if the snow feels normal.

I’m glad they’re here, though.

Spring is something that I’m more than ready for.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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