Today first I smelled the earth. A foggy morning. Out with Thorin around 8:00am and we couldn’t see much, even into the new houses. B said it was frosty when she looked out her window but of course she meant foggy. Thorin did a loop around the car park and the back of the sports centre to play with the ball. It was here the sun tried to come out. All of a sudden there was a warm glow surrounding us, the very air turned yellow, we were significantly warmed, the grass went greener, and five seconds later the fog had returned. That brief flash of light, a moment of vibrancy and colour across the earth, five seconds of glorious spring morning full of promise, opened and closed again as if the reader had just changed their minds and put the book down.
I hate putting the book down. But the moment had gone, the grey of the foggy morning taken over once again. It was worth being outside for those seconds of spring and the feelings I associate with it, for this is the fore glow of summer, the true start of the year, a little insight into what’s coming and what adventures we have in store for it. Makes far more sense to me to follow the seasons rather than a calendar. January the 1st has no physical feeling attached to it as the nearing spring.