The sky paid visit over the weekend. Unless you’re frolicking mid-summer, there’s no need to remind you the level of excitement a development of this magnitude can spark.
We meandered the parks in droves—young and old, on two legs and on four. There were young people in short sleeves; pups in sweaters. We snapped photos; we played catch; we soaked in a few rays and breathed in a bit of fresh air.
If we looked up at just the right moment, we even caught sight of blue . . .
Patches, you know. There remained clouds . . . a mark of snow . . . a hint of ice . . .
What water remained, languished dark and muddled; but no one much seemed to mind . . .
As a matter of fact, the sun awoke splashes of color . . .
Enough to set the stage for an air of celebration. Even the freeze dried leaves seemed ready to party . . .
Just you wait, they seemed to say . . .
Time marches. One day soon, these cold, blustery days will once again be behind us.