April 17th, 2011

caillebotte_man at his window


The full rain held off while I was out, but flecked the pavement with dark dots that briefly spread and shrank, and sprinkled my face with a few cool droplets. Once home, I heard the downpour begin, and watched the gray sky send streaks of glimmering silver to blacken the tree trunks and make the dull street shine. Only then did I notice how swiftly the oaks have leafed out, concealing great swaths of dark pine with fresh green. It finally feels like April, despite the smoke I see curling from chimneys. Winter is buried by new growth, and the woods' fine shade already prepared for summer.

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