There, I had a few days of sunny skies and highs in the lower 60's before the rain managed to catch up with me and turn the skies gray. I didn't mind. Between bouts of rain, I was still able to sit in the backyard swing and look at the green plants. And, the weather didn't touch my enjoyment of the company of my daughter and granddaughter. (I'd have stayed longer, but work would only let me work remotely for so long. Not complaining, mind you. I'll take a week over nothing...)
After flying home, I walked out of the airport to find the temperature was 2. Two. So much for escaping the last of winter - I guess it wanted to stick around long enough to say goodbye to me in person.
Because that night was the last of it. All last week, the temperatures inched higher. I look around, and see signs of spring everywhere.
There is no more snow or ice in the forecast. The lows are flirting with the freezing mark, and for a few brief moments this morning, the temps outside were actually balmy; sixtyish. After about an hour of tantalizing warmth, the wind picked up and quickly dropped the temp almost 20 degrees - but that's just March being March.
The days are longer - the sun is up before I get to work, and sticks around for a while after I get home.
The birds are up and at 'em early these days. I hear them greeting the morning in the pre-dawn darkness after my alarm goes off at 5:30.
I haven't seen a robin yet, but I know people here in town who have - that counts, yes?
One day soon, I know I'll be driving, contemplating the winter-bare branches, and I will see that first hint of green cloud surrounding the gray. I'll shake my head and look again more closely, making sure I didn't imagine it. The green will still be there, and it'll be there the next day and the next, and before I know it, the trees will be wearing their spring wraps of flowers.
It only seems like this winter will last forever.
Spring will come.
This, too, shall pass.
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