It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. --Charles DickensThis quote pretty much says it all. That is exactly what these past March days have been like. Goose-bumps cover my arms when I'm in the shade outside, and in the sun I feel like it's the middle of July. The weather has been warm. The ski resort has to be closed by now, I'm sure, and it seems like the sun would have heated the river enough to go swimming in.
I'm not sure how I feel about Spring being 3 days away. Spring; it isn't my favorite season; living in Arizona, it is dry (always) and windy. Nothing grows unless we get a freak rain shower, or the sprinkler is positioned over it. No flowers pushing through the ground, no chilly cloudy days with expected rain in the forecast. The sky is brazen blue, smooth and undisturbed, like a piece of silk stretched from horizon to horizon. The ground is dry--brown, dead.
My favorite things in the spring would have to be the sky, and the trees. Buds still burst forth, eager to show their happy faces, and the sky is always changing. I could watch it forever. Dark blue like the ocean in the mornings, light blue at noon with a few wispy clouds floating across the skyline, chased by the dry wind that seems to come from all directions at once. In the evening... it's my favorite then. The colors goes from blue to gold, then the pastels are rubbed across the evening sky like an artist gently applying colors to a piece of art he has worked hard on. First they only change slightly, then the color bursts forth and creates a picture that cannot be forgotten. Finally the colors just seem to fade, until there are no colors left, and night comes. Stars shine and the moon replaces the sun. Spring may be here, but Summer, Fall and Winter of last year are still in my heart, I think.