So, tis the first day of april. I get up late, which is good for me but not so much for my academic career, as I have Things To Do. That isn't what I wanted to talk about though. (Hallelujah.) So, first day of April, and it's snowing. Alot. Although not all of it seems to be sticking around; some is melting. There are also many birds singing, which may be robins, which is contributing to the surreal feeling of the afternoon. Picture this, if you will:

You're looking out the window and up the coulee. The lawn leading up to the hill is greening, like someone got interupted after painting the edges. There are large, fluffy flakes of snow drifting down (a little at an angle, it IS Lethbridge), but none are sticking to the lawn or the path. Instead of the snow blanketing all sounds and giving you a sense of isolation, the air is filled with happy birdsong, the kind you hear if you get up at four AM and watch the sunrise. Every so often, a flock of 100 or so picks itself up and floats through the air. They are small birds, and they flap their wings 2 or three times a second, so when in the air, it looks like the entire flock is vibrating.




Did that work? Do you feel all surrealled?