It's The First Week Of Spring

The city begins to melt as the sun warms soil and pave­ment alike. Trickles of water run every­where while the ice dis­solves, a pre­scient sign of the streams soon to be come from lawn sprin­klers and car wash hoses, as excess finds its way to sew­er grates. By night, the tem­per­a­ture drops below freez­ing again and the small urban cur­rents turn sol­id. Pedestrians prac­tice their wad­dles in the morn­ing as they maneu­ver across the slip­pery patch­es. The only remains of ice are the paths left com­pressed by the tram­pling of feet through the win­ter.

Every day I wake up it’s a lit­tle brighter, in my room, and in my mind.

2 comments

  1. And it stinks to high heav­en! ;)

  2. Here…it gor warmer as well… but there are still ugly patch­es of snow in places.

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