Spring finally made its way here this week. At first its fingers couldn’t be really felt – at least not on me. I was warm, now, I noticed that – but winter’s freeze still had a hold on me. There may have been flowers and trees blossoming. Birds may have been singing. The ice cream truck blaring out its epic, loud “Turkey in the Straw.”
But I felt as cold, as frozen, as dark, as dreary as February, huddled in my bed.
But today – spring finally made its way in, it came in the door, sat down and made itself comfortable on the sofa – before it seemed to have just been visiting on the doorstep but now its poised to stay awhile and its taken winter’s favorite spot on the sofa. Winter’s wrapped itself in its overcoat and boots and scarf and taken itself, head hanging out the door.