Promise of Greening

Day before yesterday I stole an hour at lunchtime to walk the Cross-County Trail. I hadn't been on it in months. This was the stretch closest to my house, less than 10 minutes away. I wasn't sure it would be cleared of ice, and when it was, my feet flew!

The snow was piled high beside the path and rivulets of meltwater ran across the pavement. The sun was warm on my face and the Chieftains loud in my ears. From time to time a bird call or two broke through the music.

I wasn't the only one out. There were dog walkers and solo wanderers and a group of three that took up the whole path.

"Passing on the left," said a runner as he sped past by. "It's good to be out today, isn't it?" And it was. A hint of spring in the air and in our steps. The greening well hidden — but the promise of it all around us.