Suspicious of the buzz of activity outside on the street I reached for my iPad, entered the code to unlock it, flicked my fingers around the screen in an expert blur of perfectly choreographed movement and launched the weather app. It was 40 degrees! Flooded with hope that the winter might actually soon end I jumped off the sofa to the sound of the fluttering newspaper pages I was abandoning there.
The morning snow flurries had stopped, the clouds cleared completely — they just seemed to disappear. While I read the newspaper and contemplated my “spring forward” Sunday, just outside the window behind me, a fleeting whisper of the coming Spring was springing.