Over one of the northernmost bluffs and through the forest, just a few miles down the snow lined carriage path lay Andalusia Falls, a fishing town of about 300 hardworking but weary souls.
The yellows, greens and violets of last April now lay beneath two feet of snow, patiently awaiting their reappearance in two months or so. The sun shone high in the sky, glistening off the drifts and melting two or three inches before heavy flurries appeared in mid afternoon without fail, making obsolete any headway the sun had created. excerpt Paul Bellamy “First Thaw”
The first thaw never fools those who live with winter…they know the snow’s coming back and very soon..