02.04.2004 - 3:25 p.m.

March twenty-huminuh might be the first official, whole day of spring, but I'd argue that the first moment of spring was this afternoon. I took a walk down to the post office, and it was warm enough to skip the scarf and jacket I've been cocooned in all winter. The last bits of the other week's snow were translucent piles the consistency of a summer sno-cone, the groundskeepers were blowing sand off the walkways with leafblowers that sounded like lawn mowers or weed whackers, and everything smelled wet and thick and muddily alive.

In my book, Spring starts when the sun reminds your shoulders that although it feels naked and strange to lose the layers, it is undeniably good.

-stonebridge

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