Spring

It's January. It's supposed to be cold. The air quick and unforgiving as it pierces through every layer. The sky bleak with rainless clouds, and empty, save for the birds fleeing to better lands. Silent nights indicating the total absence of all living things that could stir. Hopeless mornings and thoughtful nights. Solitude.

But today the weather was warm and muggy. Occasional raindrops fell from the sky. The sun broke through the trees and cast a lovely ray on my Jeep. I did not need a jacket. I turned my fire off and the air conditioner on. The Easter candy is out already, which means my favorite candy is available. And to top it all off, I pulled into my driveway this afternoon and saw a bright yellow spot by the tree in the yard. It was my favorite flower - a daffodil - that had burst forth from the icy ground in a state of confusion. I don't think a daffodil has ever bloomed this early since the dawn of time. And they make me happy in a way that I cannot really explain. It is too deep.

But if there's one thing you won't find me complaining about, it's that Spring has come too early. Because I know that cruel February is coming. And I shall cherish this day and keep it close to my heart, to feast upon in that darkest time.