What feels like spring

Birds chirping. Sun shining. Grass growing. Wind blowing.

Barenaked Ladies on repeat. The old stuff, though, starting with Gordon.

Thinking about packing up the space heater. Dreaming of working from patios, or without pants in the house.

Cats finding sunshine and not moving for hours. The dog gets in on this game now, too.

Walks in the morning and the evening. Waving to neighbors. Emails about crime ramping up again, as it does when the weather gets warm, and struggling with leaving the house because of it for a while.

The smell of leaving windows open all day. Hiking without jackets. Wishing I could find a field like that one at MTSU all those years ago, when I left the Mass Comm building after changing my major, and I felt completely content except for being alone.

Because now I’m not, and having someone to walk through fields with—metaphorically or no—makes every season’s change so much more welcome.