22 today. No, not my birthday let alone anywhere NEAR my age these days, I mean 22 as in degrees.
For those of you who did not step out into the magic the day brought then I say that it was your loss. The first warm day since winter set in. The first twenty-plus day since god knows when.
And the last - technically - the last day of winter.
What a corker. In the spirit of such a day I sit, here as I wonder, in the front doorway of my crumbly little home atop the hillside. I can still feel the balmy warmth tinged breeze on my cheeks and I can still smell those delicious, heaven scent wafts of blossom and bloom.
We both stare out into the night, past the fairy lights, and pick up on the vibrations and the buzz of the atmosphere and of the night.
He sniffs for small furry critters and things unknown and I just let all the wonder take me and hold me and tell me that it will be ok, that the sun and the moon will look after me.
The whisper of spring. It gently blows in our ears and reminds us of things, moments, times, dreams and more that have lain still and quiet but softly aglow deep within us for many moons past.
And what do I wonder in this twinkly capsule of time?
I wonder what tomorrow will be like? I wonder if I am all I can be? I wonder if I make the right kind of mistakes? I wonder if I should say exactly what burns on the end of my tongue and at the base of my spine and in the hidden corners of my heart? I wonder what the people I love and care about and think about endlessly are doing and thinking and feeling right now?
I wonder if they smell the same smells and feel the same things? I wonder if I ran away, would it really matter? I wonder what summer will bring?
I wonder, I just wonder if it will bring those things that I seek and whether I will be loved.