Actually, I think the blizzardness is over. Now there's just a bunch of wet heart attack snow left behind. And this is pretty typical of March around here so I can't complain.
No, I'm still revelling in the fact that it is spring. We did change those clocks a couple of weekends ago, so my early morning dark runs are now darker dark runs.
Mouse Town is particularly dark. Recall that Mouse Town is the cultural hot spot along one of my routes where development is banned until a decision on whether or not the Preble Jumping Mouse is endangered or not.
I enjoy the wildness of it, the undevelopedness of it. This is the same area where I had my crazed deer incident of last summer. What's not to like?
Lately, I've been hearing the yipping of coyotes near Mouse Town. It's a bit intimidating, but popular opinion says that coyotes painstakingly avoid humans, so I'm trusting that the yippers know that I'm human and am to be painstakingly avoided.
And now that I've drawn one, we're like spirit friends or something..... right?