The Waiting Game

I know that spring in Minnesota always comes on its own terms.

So patiently I stand firmly on shore.

Others choose to take a seat, betting on when the ice will finally go out after one particularly long winter.

90 percent of the slippery stuff needs to melt before an ‘ice out’ is deemed official.

But this morning I do sense some movement.

First inch by inch, now foot by foot, I find us clearly making some progress.

I spot a few sleepy fishermen already in the shallow bay behind me casting into the chilly waters that have recently reappeared.

I also see and hear a boat with a motor off in the distance dancing around the perimeter of the remaining massive ice block.

Perhaps the anxious captain believes that breaking the waves will help the overall ice out effort.

But I remain calm as I do know that all good things come to those who wait.

And I know for sure that I’ve been waiting a very long time.

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