Thursday, 11 March 2021
14°C. Water poured off the roof as the pile of snow melted. The red-winged black birds flew into the neighbourhood, their song in these parts announcing Spring. The turkeys chasing each other around the yard.
The sights, the smells, the sounds. Even if but for a day, hope has been ignited for the coming change of season, the awakening from the long slumber. Spring.