Thermometry balances later this week with the arrival of snow, so summery have the last few days been. Sunlit evenings can encourage any activity, but at the end of winter they are understood as a privilege. After a dinner hour spent reading, and listening to spring sounds through the apartment's narrowly open balcony door, I went for a walk.
April is here, nature having obliged the calendar. Tree frogs are chirping; cardinals are singing; and buds are swelling, the precocious ones already burst. There was only one concern tonight: what to do with the time.