Ode to Feburary - Unbearably Cold, Gleefully Short

Wherein, my submission was selected for juried exhibition.  With cabin fever during an unusual and long cold spell, I purchased cleats for my boots so I could trek out to see the frozen lake.  I drove to intercept the monks on their peace walk.  Longing for Spring and for light.

There are few things as startling
as encountering an unearthly glow in the wild.

And then the librarians arrived.