I am thinking that God took a down pillow, opened up one end, and is gently shaking the soft, fluffy feathers over the coast of the north shore.
Not one day here has been the same, weather-wise. Yesterday's snow was bloated with water-today it is soft and ethereal. All of the ice is gone from the water in the bay, we kept the window open in our bedroom and were lulled to sleep by the water lapping at the icy shore.
The skies are shades of gray-longing for a bit of blue. Perhaps tomorrow?
Winter still has a firm hold here in Grand Marais, spring seems to be very far away.