Chilly
I came out of the firehall (after voting) and strolled into a hailstorm…
It is a wet, chilled-down kind of day, with dramatic skies. Even the tulips have decided to keep their blossoms closed. The wind, at times, is insistent.
At first I thought the swirling white was flower petals, flurried down from the trees. Then a little hailstone tumbled inside my shirt and melted against my belly-button.
Ah, April.
Anyway, at least there isn’t a few feet of snow outside. And, hey, Happy Birthday to my brother, Bill!