any day now we expect a return of colour. (revenge of snow) snow melts to water waters thirsty roots so things grow, pushing skywards, pushing dirt aside and colours return. top corners of pages bent over by someone you probably never saw, remind you of something your granny never said. tonight will freeze again they are saying, if we like it or not. the toddler said that he liked snow. as he looked for my answer, i thought about what he needed to hear. "it's very beautiful", i said.