The Big Thaw

The deep freeze has lifted. We opened the drapes and fried some eggs. Snow chunks are crashing off the roof startling me and my dog. The classical radio station on because I'm done with talk for a while. It seems as though everyone is hiding and unreachable these days. I suspect Lent is a cycle of the year that affects everyone, religious or not. I'm feeling quiet and chicken soupish myself. A friend of mine died and I am thinking about the times we spent together. Is this all there is?