thaw mcdougall Winters long dark months packed under glacial sized snowdrifts in bone chilling temperatures have long kept me in a state of procrastination and distraction from priorities, friends, and school, but in these first days of March with rain and thunder the ice sheets are receding revealing our sins from the winter. Littering the curbs and parks, they had laid hidden, forgotten, under the velvety blankets of freshly fallen snow, like us, under fresh clean sheets on an inviting bed, now wet, dirty and exposed, I walk by and regard them as if they weren't my own, and foolishly I proudly walk on trying to forget the winter and welcome the spring. 100311 what's it to you? who go blather from