Spring

We had a couple days this week of glorious sunshine and warm temperatures. The scrawny tree in the courtyard behind Profi put out some buds, tipped with that new green peculiar to spring growth. I saw the year's first pair of shorts being worn. Strolls of mothers were out with their children (I decided we needed a collective noun for groups of parents pushing baby carriages, hence "strolls". I encourage everyone to begin using it), gossiping and laughing. I took the lining out of my coat, stripping it down for a new season. The air held that wonderful smell of optimism and possibility you get in the spring, almost (but not quite, what can you do?) overpowering the coal smoke. It seemed everyone with a dog was out prowling the streets and parks, and high, happy tails waved everywhere you looked.
It didn't last; the temp dropped on Thursday, got some overcast again, but the corner has been turned. I for one, am imbued with a new sense of purpose and potential, and refuse to let the clouds dampen that. Winter isn't my season, and I'm glad to see it's backside.
Now, if I could only watch the NCAA tournament . . .