We had a 54-degree day yesterday. Lots of snow and ice melted, dripped, dropped, pooled and puddled in lots of inconvenient places. I know this because my feet were cold and wet. Because I was not wearing boots! The sun made me delirious. It felt so warm I wore sneakers and ditched my winter jacket. Others did the same, except those with responsible parents.
We were all trying to get closer to Minnehaha Falls — walkers, runners, parents and grandparents with young kids, photographers, the occasional creepster that hangs out in public parks — crowding around the stone fences at the top of the falls. The stairs down to the lower creek were closed, which usually doesn’t stop anyone, but this year I obeyed the sign. It was like a luge run to the bottom. I sloshed and slid around at the top with the rest of the folks who came hoping to watch a thundering gusher of spring melt come barreling over the falls.
But…we’re not quite there yet.