it's my kind of rain

it's the kind of day that dares you to believe that spring is coming.  it's not nice.  after a week of sunshine, warmth, and the promise that illusive spring is just around the corner, today's fitful bursts of snow, cold bite, and gray skies promise weeks of winter. 

and yet, it's beautiful!  in the yard, it is absolutely still, even the drone of traffic from the highway is muted and it feels almost as though you could lay back in the stillness, or wrap it around you like a blanket.  it's comforting.  and, in patches of dead, brown-ness - a bit of green! - the grass welcoming spring here again.