Monday, February 18, 2008

spring showers

this morning, i stepped out of my chilly tile entry way and into spring. a thick white mist rose above the flooded lakes of snow, drifted like the ghosts of lovelorn maidens underneath the trees. a warm rain fell, in spring's gentle patter with none of winter's sting. the air felt like a sauna and smelled like mud. for the first time in a long time, i was warmer outside than in.

i know better than to trust this phantom season. rain on top of melting ice is dangerous, and the temperature can drop on a dime.

but still we stood this morning, buddy and i, transfixed by the warmth, the scent, the sound and textures of spring.

and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.


My name is Stacie. said...

I felt the same way when I let Truman out this morning.

Rural Writer said...

Oh how I wish Sprng would venture my way. sigh... I'll continue my waltz with ol'man winter just a while longer.