My muscles tense as I step through the doorway. The air is cold...but not brisk. In front of me a robin hops along the grass. Noticing me, it cocks it's head, hops a couple more times before flying off over the fence. The air feels different this morning. The temperature is a little warmer; there are birds singing in the trees, and the ground is wet from rain and not snow. These things aside there is something unidentifiable about this morning that can't be described. Spring is coming. It may snow a few more times before flowers start showing up and all signs of winter have gone, but like a roller coaster, the suspenseful climb to the top of the slope is ending and I hover between the climb and the fall. For a couple more weeks we will hover in this taboo of sorts, unsure whether to welcome the spring or say farewell to the winter. I am grateful for Spring.
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