I saw the moon this morning, a tiny silver smile in the sky, and I stopped to smile back. It's been a while since we've seen the moon or the stars or anything in the sky but a wet gray blanket of clouds. We scurry around campus shrouded under umbrellas, following labyrinthine paths to avoid puddles, wishing the temperature would suddenly drop about 20 degrees so we could be snowed in.
At least that's what I wish. An acquaintance who breeds dogs complains that the mild winter will result in a massive flea and tick problem later in the year, but I'm more concerned about my sinuses, which never really clear up until we get a hard freeze--and if it's accompanied by a foot of snow, so much the better. Let's sequester the allergens under the snow and we'll all breathe more easily.
I remind myself that winter's not over yet, that a sharp cold snap generally strikes right around Easter, so it's not too late to hope for a blizzard, or at least a serious freeze. But for today I'm just happy to reacquaint myself with the moon, which continues to shine in the night sky even when we can't see it, when our view is obstructed by gloomy gray cloud cover.
Good night, moon. It's good to see you smiling again.