Strange season, unmoored in time, both here and in Washington -- partly spring and the birth of hope, partly winter and the death of hope. Not winter, not spring. Here in Madison, it's as if we have a fifth season this year. We had that cold snap early in December that froze Lake Wingra and brought out the ice boats. But that's behind us now. Instead, it's greening out nicely, as in this view of Bill's Woods, just west of Picnic Point. Of course, winter will probably come back, but for now we need a new name for a new season. "January thaw" just doesn't seem to cut it. How about wintring?
This is not an ice boat.
The water itself has a slow, sluggish quality; the waves move with a tired, viscous lassitude. It's as if the water knows it's midwinter and it should be sleeping, but it can't. At the same time, it's too tired to move very energetically. That's what it's like in wintring.