And Still, It’s Winter.

We had another “snow event” last night and into this morning, getting perhaps four inches of messy wet stuff.

The sunrise was cloaked in clouds and thus unremarkable, until the mists climbed the draws toward the light:

…and eventually dissipated into a patchwork of blues and grays:

A red-tailed hawk waits patiently for breakfast:

Even still, Spring is hovering nearby, and I’m inclined to enjoy the last of this Season of the Long Nights.