March; for better and for worse
Every day a little more snow and ice has disappeared from my front patio. Real warmth is still a long ways away, but the subtle signs of winter beginning to loosen it’s grip even at -20° feels like relief.
Our nights have continued to be nothing but the -30s, and with that has come almost constantly clear sky for which I am so thankful. We’ve made our switch back to daylight saving time, deepening what feels like an already endless exhaustion from late, late nights.
The early March full moon reminds me of how close we are now to another aurora season drawing to a close. It’s just one month, but the difference between the February and March full moons feel dramatic. The moon remains lower in the sky again, and it’s light so much warmer.
I’ve spent my days at home hiding on my sofa at the north side of my home for the darker room in the morning. It’s the only way to edit photos from the night before. And once those are finished, I move to the other side of my galley kitchen to my dining table, soaking up the sun and warmth at my south facing window, writing emails and sipping a second coffee.
I cherish these slow mornings at home so much.
March has felt overwhelming, daunting and far too busy. I hate the strong sunlight outside that reflects off the snow, and I hate that this spring sunlight has reminded me so much of 4 years ago when I was heartbroken packing up my life to leave because of Covid.
But all of this will pass - the non-stop work, the harsh sunlight, the painful memories and feelings. It’s still a beautiful time, these weeks, and there’s a lot of peaceful moments woven into each day that I still savour too.
