Yesterday was February 23. That means we’re still in the midst of Winter. By this date a few years back I was ready to run away to the tropics because I was sick of ice and snow. In 2017, on the other hand, the temperature was 72 degrees.
I know this isn’t necessarily a good sign over all, but I wasn’t complaining. The Sun was out, the temperature was perfect, and I had people I needed to visit. So I put on a tee-shirt, grabbed my camera, and took off. Three blocks into my walk I was wishing I’d switched my sneakers for my sandals.
Did I mention it was February 23?
Sure, it will get cold again, but it was a nice afternoon of Spring a month earlier than expected.
Even some of the flowers were confused. I discovered blooms which had sprouted and opened up, soaking in the Winter sunlight. After the grey and dreary days of our current season, the color of flowers was a welcome sight. A sign of beauty to come.