Betwixt and Between

Moving through melancholy season

Melting snow is a complex scent; cold and warm, heavy and light, hinting of spring in March but warning more winter’s still to come. There’s something melancholy about it—the smell of being between seasons, with mud under ugly rotting snow, even as the snowdrops emerge.

Last Thursday the day warmed over 50 degrees, so I opened a window to freshen the air…