Winter has turned into spring when the color of snow is no longer white tinted with cold gray, but a sparkle of lemon yellow and aqua blue. And when the sea is steaming on cold mornings.
At the edge of the ocean winter battles spring. Can you hear the clucking of open water against the underside of the ice? And like the Finnish poet Tynni, can you hear the hundreds of fish laughing in secret, underneath the melting cover?