A poem about how it’s awesome it’s 52° after like 2 feet of snow

 The world was muffled, thick, and white,

A two-foot shroud of winter’s might.

But then the dial began to climb,

And cheated frost of extra time.

The eaves are singing—a steady drip,

As icy edges start to slip.

The driveway’s ghost of shoveled mounds

Is shrinking back to muddy grounds.

The Great Thaw

 * 52° feels like a tropical breeze after weeks of shivering.

 * The crunch of snow turns into the splash of puddles.

 * You can finally see the pavement (and maybe your mailbox) again.

It’s the kind of warmth that feels earned, Lauralee. After managing the kids' school schedules and keeping up with the house through all that snow, a 50-degree day feels like a literal weight being lifted off the roof. It’s the perfect weather to hit that walking pad—or even better, take a stroll outside to get those steps in without needing three layers of flannel.

Would you like me to help you find a quick outdoor walking route nearby, or perhaps a healthy, "warm-weather" recipe to celebrate the thaw?