The morning is sunny but cold because of the wind. The dogs have been in and out and out again. Nala was among the missing earlier. I went out and called her. She didn’t respond. That is unusual. I finally saw her in the back corner of the yard. She was standing in one spot with her head down, a sure sign she had something. I didn’t give chase. I know better. I went back into the house. She came in later.

My dance card is now pristine, empty, for the rest of the week. I have no uke, no appointments, no grocery needs, and I went to the dump Saturday. My house could do with a bit of cleaning. I guess I’ll vacuum.

Tonight spring makes its official arrival. The day may be chilly and the weather no different than yesterday’s but knowing it’s spring brings a feeling of warmth, a sense of change. Spring is the hopeful season. The world is its freshest. Drab winter is disappearing. The first colors are blossoming in the gardens. The crocus is leading the way. The daffodils aren’t far behind. The air smells sweet. The new grass is a deep green. The birds are loudest in the morning. They’re happy to greet the new day.

When I was a kid, once the days got warmer, the heavy coats, hats and mittens were put away until the next winter. Every day the afternoons stayed lighter so we got to to play outside longer, until the sun went down and the streetlights came on. My bike spent more time out of the cellar than in it. It gave me a sense of freedom. I was all over town. Sometimes I rode it to school. The bike rack was wooden and painted green. It was under trees by the fence close to one corner of the old school, the side with the back door. I never locked my bike. It was always there when school was over.

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