As Rabbi Rachel Barenblat notes over at Velveteen Rabbi, today marks the midpoint between the winter solstice and the vernal equinox. In many parts of the country, people are looking outside at heaps of new snow and despairing that winter is only half over, but in my neck of the woods, it’s hovering around 70°. It rained earlier, and it’s still cloudy and breezy and full of the smells of damp earth, further emphasizing the illusion that the season took ol’ Punxsutawney Phil’s prediction of an early spring seriously.
I’m not quite buying it — especially with tomorrow’s predicted high a good thirty degrees cooler — but it does my winterized outlook good to get a small taste of the coming warmth as the planet’s axis tilts back towards the sun. Walking across the street to meet the neighbors’ new baby and bring the family a loaf of fresh-baked beer bread did not necessitate bundling up in a heavy coat. I decided to walk to Dunkie’s for a coffee and doughnut and to the store to pick up a few things, and I was actually a bit too warm by the time I made it back to my doorstep. How novel!
I could actually start to believe that things like this…
…are in our not-too-distant future.