I took a few walks today on the first day of Spring. The sun stayed comfortably behind the clouds most of the day peeking out only for a few moments and then jumping back as if it were playing its own game of hide and seek. As if it were happy with waiting.
All around a world of gray. The Mississippi River, the sky, the sidewalk that I walked on, all gray.
Remnants of winter: the sand scratching against my shoes as I walk across the beaten streets. The dead brittle wreaths on a neighbor’s door, a snowman flag knocked to the ground.
Too early for the colors of daffodils or tulips along my path. I saw a few gardeners raking out the old leaves and brush in their yards. I caught the small details of a bud here and there on trees and a bird’s nest that will soon have eggs. Nothing spectacular yet. But maybe I can sense a soft humming, an overture of what is to come. A promise. Spring comes as it will, in its own time. Preparing like a horse at a starting gate before a race. You can’t hold it back for very long.
Ready, set, GO!