Last night, I ended up walking up my 275-foot driveway to pick up the mail sometime around midnight or thereabouts. The air had that soft, warm, "spring is coming" weight to it. It wasn't the "how unseasonably warm for winter and look, it's foggy, too" feeling, it was "here comes spring."
I kept trying to identify the differences -- we had nights that warm in the winter, and plenty with soft, fog-laden moisture hugging the landscape. But none of them whispered "spring." Last night, I didn't even have to listen for the whisper, spring was in every molecule. And very welcome, too.
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Date: 2006-03-10 08:19 pm (UTC)I kept trying to identify the differences -- we had nights that warm in the winter, and plenty with soft, fog-laden moisture hugging the landscape. But none of them whispered "spring." Last night, I didn't even have to listen for the whisper, spring was in every molecule. And very welcome, too.