Slow Approach

This morning the sky was grey, the wind cold.  I walked to the store and back and felt under-bundled, winter caught beneath my jacket.  I curled up to read and ignored what was happening outside.  

Of course, the sun returns when I forget to check.  I should be used to the shifting skies, but it still takes me by surprise.  It isn’t quite warm enough to read outside, but I can sit by the window and see the sun on the trees.  The cold is begrudgingly fading, and I hope that spring comes in full force soon.

I’m not sure what the warm weather will bring, but that’s the fun of spring.  Plants sprout up and blossoms bloom and the unexpected emerges.  So here’s to the unexpected, to the warmth, to all things spring-like and new!