Most people look forward to spring. To people with mood issues and to people who live in Anchorage, it’s just another day in Mar a Lago but without the green, the golf and, thank God, the president.
My winter was okay, plenty of cross country skiing and skating, employment, fun. When spring comes to Alaska the winter sports end and the waiting begins. Waiting for summer because spring is a mess just like my head. This photo sums it up.
This is what snow looks like after the spring plowing exposes it to the light. Layers of snowflakes crushed into prickly ice mixed with months of dirt. That’s what I feel like right now. More like layers of ice cream crushed into bitterness mixed with months of black mood morsels.
Spring cheer is not based on a date or on the return of sunlight. It’s rooted in hope and opportunity. I like to go on walks but this is what greets me.
Icy hills North or South are my only alternatives. Deathtrap. Stay inside. Eat. Mope
But if I do I miss the view at the top.
Or what’s on the other side.
The little birds are back despite the ice. The geese and gulls are waiting. The actually greening will occur in early May over one short week. Until then I will keep my car plugged in and trudge on.