The other day, I woke up to dim morning light peeking around the curtains. J had already gotten up. I laid there, feeling cozy for a few minutes, and then he came in.
“It feels like Spring this morning.”
“It’s like negative twenty. I came in to get a sweater.”
Ah.
I think it was that I heard birds for the first time this season. There’s still snow on the ground, but the change is coming.
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