I walk outside for the first time today, and peer up. It is 12:11pm. What has been grey and wet the last two days is bright winter blue, wispy white pillows moving eastward. I have to squint a little, the clouds are bright. The oak is bare, another month of winter still, but the mulberry is willing spring to arrive (I am with the oak, please, leave the cool to kiss my nose and cheeks for many mornings still to come).
Midday
Midday
Midday
I walk outside for the first time today, and peer up. It is 12:11pm. What has been grey and wet the last two days is bright winter blue, wispy white pillows moving eastward. I have to squint a little, the clouds are bright. The oak is bare, another month of winter still, but the mulberry is willing spring to arrive (I am with the oak, please, leave the cool to kiss my nose and cheeks for many mornings still to come).