Borrowed From A Missive

This is from an email exchange from last year, at about this time. Today feels just this way:


What a beautiful day today. I went for a walk, and
didn't get rained on. My neighbor discovered violets
in her lawn. Spring can't wait to get here. It wants
to surprise us, trying to psyche us into thinking winter's
here to stay, but its green and budding joy is leaking
in little smirks. By the time it's ready to jump from
behind a bush, throwing lilac confetti at us, its
secret will have already seeped out in daffodil
blooms. Sneaky Spring. I'll act surprised if you will.

--Cindy