I liked the beginning of the poem on the Writer’s Almanac today (“An Early Start in Midwinter,” by Robyn Sarah):

The freeze is on. At six a scattering
of sickly lights shine pale in kitchen windows.
Thermostats are adjusted. Furnaces
blast on with a whoosh. And day
rumbles up out of cellars to the tune
of bacon spitting in a greasy pan.

But maybe I only liked it because it mentions bacon, which I wish didn’t come from pigs.

Speaking of mornings, it’s getting so light now! Check out this video that’s been making the rounds–it’s a time lapse of a whole year, and watching the snow melt and the leaves come out makes me feel almost hopeful.