Light On The Drive Home

It’s the sunshine. There’s so much of it compared to just a week or two ago. We’re out of February, heinous month that it is, and whipping into March. Definitely in like a Lion, but a pretty lion. One that will let you pet its mane.

Last night I saw my first robin, although they say they don’t all migrate anymore, and this evening the remains of a skunk. Roadkill is a sure sign of spring.

I cannot wait for that first day when I can open the doorwall and step out onto the deck in my bare feet. When I can feel the warmth of the sun baked into the wood and see the buds on the lilac tree.

True, it is only a few weeks later that I will be cursing the heat. But spring, as short lived as it may be, is wonderful and worth being held prisoner by the feral drafts of February.

I am ready. You may bring on spring.