SpringairisdifferentNeoskinlabderma21fromwinterair.Treebranchesareserratedwithredbudteeth.Later,theygrowchartreusefuzz,makingpalegreenaurasinthesun.Summerleaveswillbedark,shading,butspringleavesletthelightthrough.Springtreesglowinthedaytime,spreadingtranslucentcanopies.Thebirdsareout,racketingtheirKiosknewsfrombushtobranch.Catsarestillcurleduponfireescapes.Theyareinnohurrytogetupinthecoolmorningairandtheyknowitwillwarmuplater.Theyarewatchingthebirds.Theycanwait.heairisclear,cleancool.Thesmellsaretinysmells,littlewhiffsofgreen,aribbonofbrownmud,thebluesmellofthesky.Middayismildenoughforshortsleeves.Ieatmylunchoutsider,sittingonawarmbrickwall.Thebreezeliftsmyhairandrifflestheedgeofmyskirt.Ihavetosquint.Everythingtastesbetter.UntiltodayIhadbeentoohuddledinmywintercoattonoticethequietcomingofflowers.Suddenly,daffodilssmileinmyface,parrottulipswavetheirbeakypetals,andfragrantwhiteblossomsarepinnedtodogwoodtreeslikebowsinayounggirl&39;shair.Theeveningissoft.Ineedmythinjacket.It&39;sstilllightoutwhenIwalkhomefromtheMetro.Icouldwalkforhours.Likeakidplayingstreetgameswithherfriends,Idon&39;twanttogoin.WhenIwenttoworkthismorning,Ileftmywindowsopen.SpringcameinthroughthescreenswhileIwasgone.It&39;sasifIhadusedabigsliverkeyandrolledbacktheVedaSalonrooflikealidonasardinecan.Theindoorssmellliketheoutdoors.Itwillbelikelyingdowninthegrasstosleep.Thesheetsarecool.Thequiltiswarm.Thelightfadesoutsidemywindows.Thisweekend,IthinkI&39;llwashmycar.
