March 6th, 2011

caillebotte_man at his window


There was a whiff of spurge laurel in the air this evening, and a few daffodils have bloomed. The roadsides still have a few low hummocks of snow pushed there by the plows a few days ago. The atmosphere is transitional, but spring is playing the flirt. There might be more snow this month, or there might not.

The first clear evening might reveal flocks of waterfowl migrating north. Tonight, the sky is silent and starless, and the waxing crescent moon set without being unveiled by the clouds. The night has too many secrets. April will have to be especially shameless to make up for this winter.

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