That last winter we had one blizzard right after the other, overlapping sometimes, always layering new snow over the top of frozen mud.
The mud never left, and neither did the cold wind.
When spring came, it brought more change and less change than we had expected.
We were told we had to leave the ranch, and were given thirty days to do so, but the wind didn't leave, just blew and blew and seemed to both drive us indoors and drive us away.
I stood at the cattle guard in that same cold wind that had been blowing since Halloween and looked back over the prairie, my first love.
I looked back but I was also looking ahead, remembering how I had seen it in the beginning, honoring the lessons of weathering, wandering, and wondering, getting ready to put them to use.