Enjoying the Feel
There are vivid shades: blues and pinks, whites and yellows, standing out against growing levels of green. The skies today were stirred with rain (and it still drizzles down vaguely) but the flowery tags of Spring are unmistakable. Walkers on the street are snug in coats against the coolness in the air -- but there are hints of warmer times, as well.
Friday -- and the week has slowed to this. The light enduring in an evening stretched out by that "spring-ahead" clock trick. Shows you how fluid time can be. How subjective.
I'm drinking some water, out of a crystal coffee mug; getting ready to take a shower, cleaning up for the deeper spans of the evening. I'm a little tired but feeling good anyway.
Today is a watercolor day, a wet painting. The palette is more varied now than it has been, though. Blues, whites, and blacks giving way to a wider range of shades. Even the Hersey's Kisses are now wrapped in pastel foil.
And you can buy marshmallow Peeps in the stores.
I am a four season kind of guy. I like them all. Winter is filled with pristine beauty -- but Spring's allure is blooming, now. The snowy days have (for the most part) bowed out with March. It's transition time -- and I'm enjoying the feel.
How sweet that it's the weekend, in a pretty April, and the early flowers have opened...