Monday, 15 March 2010 -- Day 85 (98)

After 10 1/2 hours at the college, I emerged at six o'clock this evening to an entirely different world than the one I left at seven-thirty this morning. Huge patches of grass are now visible. I feel like I missed it; missed the melting. I know there's plenty of snow left, but this is such an amazing time of the year as the earth reinvents itself. I feel like if I miss too much of it I won't emerge from the deep freeze. Mom told me numerous times that she felt like she missed much of our growing-up b/c she was always busy taking care of the house. It amazed her in later years how she wasted so much time on trivial matters such as ironing t-shirts and underwear and sheets and pillow cases. She wished she would've spent more time playing w/ us, and she missed it. It's gone. My youth. My mom. My playtime. I miss them all.

The snow has gone missing
Someone should report it.
The police can file it
The meteorologist can track it,
But my boot won't find it
Unless I look for it in a puddle
Or in the oozing, glopping mud.