All Hail The Inbetween

It’s amazing how disorienting the “inbetween” can be. I couldn’t sleep this morning. The lightning flashes were unexpected. My brain wanted to attribute their bright light to my phone alerting me, but the thunder and rain came soon after. A Spring storm in Winter. 

Daybreak revealed not rain but hail – hail that floated in puddles of yesterday’s melt. Hail – the inbetween of precipitation – along with its cousin sleet.

Some of the ground is still covered in snow. Other, sunnier patches are without. Walking in the woods becomes a hazard of ice, hail, puddles, and mud. It feels very inhospitable and confusing, but I imagine this inbetween is necessary for getting to the other side – the Springier side. “

“I’m looking for you Snowdrops!” I warn the tiny bulbs – “Your time is coming! Just after this hail melts. . . .”