On the Path to Spring

The rain that was supposed to come today arrived last night instead. We have sunshine and fuller air and only a faint breeze stirring the holly.

Winter has hung on longer than usual this year, and any warmth is welcome. I remind myself what it will feel like in August, the blanket of humidity that will descend upon us then, how even a half-mile stroll will be a walk through wet cement.

Doesn't matter. I crave warmth anyway. At this point I'm an animal emerging from hibernation, shaking my coat, searching for a rock to bask upon.