Almost all the snow has melted into muddy puddles that huddle against the chain link fence and there’s a steady drizzle of rain.
I fear the dogs will redecorate the kitchen floor using damp paws and wet underbellies.
But then my emotions shift like sand and I find a strange joy as I disregard reason and let the dogs have their fun.
I watch from my window as the seasons revolve, and I can tell that Winter’s end is near. I hear Spring in the sound of the windchimes, coupled with the drumming of the rain against the back porch.
And when the dogs return to the door, soaked and happy and begging to come inside, I open up and feed them treats and ignore the muddy puddles all over the floor.
Because cleaning up can wait. I want to stay in the happy moment of the now.