I stepped outside to check the mail and was hit with a warm gust of air. I ran back inside to check the thermometer....66 degrees! Could it be? Is spring finally here?
Can I bring out my flats, airy dresses and trench-coat?
Will I be picking flowers from the garden soon?
I love that short time in between winter and spring, when the air blows warm yet slightly cool through open windows, when birds sing, the days are longer and everything is imbued with an incredible lightness.
My love is driving back from NY as I write this, on his way to me. This is going to be a perfect spring, I can feel it.