It crept in early while I was fretting and itching and planning.
The air warmed and dampened and flowers poked up their heads.
Then this morning my chores were accompanied by a 52 degree fog. The misty air, full of scent and energy, invited me to the reveal. It’s here! Early or not, it’s here.
This festival of life that comes every year, weather we humans choose to celebrate or not. Spring elation, better than Christmas and fleeting, like life itself.