Though it is scarcely imaginable at the month's frozen beginning, water always returns in March; in fact, I went back through my photo archives and checked:
Water is my theme for this month, the defining feature of March in the mountains. Not much greens or blooms just yet, but irrepressible trickles and springs chuckle under the ice, making sneaky little pathways to the murky swelling river. The air is fragrant, the snow in the valley smushes like neglected sorbet, and the skiing in the alpine is incomparable. The lakes are cracked and treacherous, ducks claim the newly liberated swampy bits, and children's shoes claim the mud.
Soon. For now, all is snow and ice, but soon.