Our weather remains uncharacteristically polar.
Snow, ice, and cold have been our companions for some time now.
Everyone I talk to says the same things:
"This is not Tidewater weather" and "When will it all end?"
I thought of that Tuesday when I drove through a parking lot
and saw a congregation of a dozen robins,
feet in the snow, all huddled under the protection of a shrub.
A most unusual sight, it was.
And if they could talk,
I imagine they wouldn't even mention the weather
or a longing for spring.