Strangely enough, the snowy part of winter this year seemed to coincide almost exactly with the Winter Olympics. I’ve been enjoying walking in the woods by day and, notwithstanding the endless scandals and psychodramas, watching the Olympics at night. But as the games have faded away, so has the snow. I saw this melting stream while walking at Pegan Hill in Natick this week. It reminded me of an abstract painting.