Nearly there

When I left for the Cooriedog walk, we were shrouded in freezing mist.  As we walked, the sun was warming everything up and chasing the mist away.  As we finished our walk, the mist had all but vanished with the sky a delightful blue.

it is how I feel about a Scottish February - it is being burned off.  It used to be that March was the beginning of the year.  I'm thinking of restoring that practice.