My fingers are still sort of dense, slowed from being outside in the cool air. And there is still a bit more coffee in my Sunday mug.
I was in the yard, a few moments ago, watching ripples move through the pond. Listening to the water. It is a clear and almost warm day. Muddy. Vaguely buddy. (Some trees hold green nubs. A few verdant shoots are peeking from the ground.) A pre-echo of Spring.
Still, you need your gloves and, eventually, a hat. And a steaming mug of coffee (that went down well and glowing). It's fun to see the lines at car washes grow -- and the advent of motorcycles, again. The fish are sluggish and the sky was perfect blue (but has now grown a bit fretful).
My cheeks are still cold.
But I like it.
...And now that "pre-echo" is even more close to actuality. Hours away from folding into the reality of Spring.
Cool.