Blue Sky Springy

What a glorious day! The sky is breath-takingly brilliant, washed in sunlight, clean and fresh. Birds sing from every corner of the yard. People are out enjoying life after a long and dreary winter.

It is early March, coming at us so lamb-like, so tame and wonderful. Everyone is filled with energy, bounding about in teenage mode. At lunch I drive to the post office to mail some bills. In the little neighborhood just west of campus through which I must navigate to get quickly to my destination, I find myself steering around young couples holding hands, heads bent towards each other in serious conversation, fully focused on each other and completely oblivious to their surroundings. I could have been a mac truck for all they knew.

Its sweet, all this gentle companionship. Sugar senses it as well. After mailing my letters, I head home to let her out. She meets me at the door with an eager whine. I barely manage to hook the leash before she is out the door, bounding down the steps and pacing impatiently by the front door, waiting for me to open it and release her to the pleasures that await.

She runs frantically back and forth, tangling the leash in search of all the enticing smells available. I cannot keep pace with her scampering little feet as she excitedly explores the new greenery of tulips and daffodils poking their slender stalks bravely through the mud, surrounded by melting banks of ice.

She races ahead to the very tippy end of her leash, turning and glaring at me as if to say, "Hurry up, old woman!" I indulge her by walking three buildings farther than normal, sacrificing my lunch prep and inhale minutes for her enjoyment. Perhaps that is good. I might shed a pound or two and be more able at keeping pace!

Inside, I turn the rocker to face the window and sit fully enveloped in the warmth of the sun pouring in at the window. How delicious. I drink in the beauty, the singing of the birds, the chatter of neighbors out and about. The world is waking up. I love it and will it to last long beyond the lioness last day of March. Perhaps it will!