Yesterday was the last day of snow in the forecast for the next ten days. I am giddy with the promise of sunshine and warmer temperatures to melt away the snow and the monstrously huge ice stalactites that have  formed in imposing columns around doorways and porches across town.

And with two (or three, or even four) months of winter left ahead, these will be days to cherish, to drink in fully and hold close in my heart. Days when I will roam the flooded city streets and find magic in the simple things, or drive north out of Spokane like I have been longing to do for weeks now. Days when everything is bright and magical.