This morning while waiting for the bus, Charlie and I were looking for signs of spring. The thought was sparked by a homework assignment which we will complete later today.
The past two or three days have been gray and dismal with fog so thick that you wake up in a cloud; the driveway and surrounding areas are as wet as if rain has fallen, only it hasn't. So perceiving spring doesn't seem likely - only, spring is on its way.
It's all around us, in the little things. And the more you look, the more you see. Fresh tender leaves poking out of yesterday's dormant brown branches. The greens of crocuses already three or four inches high.
Daylight savings beckoned spring to come and it has. Hurray. Today, the Rude and I make our way down the beach. And my head only hurts a little. Here's hoping it burns off with the fog..
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