Shouldn't…but Do

In these parts, this was the winter that wasn’t.  By tomorrow morning the vernal equinox will deliver spring.  Already a cacophony of frog and bird songs fill the air,  pussy willows bloom along with forsythia  and neon green weeping willow foliage sways like sea grass.

Overhead today I witnessed a startling sky and cloudscape the likes I have not before experienced.  Startling not for appearance but for visceral presence and immediacy.  As if a door, a cleverly hidden corridor through which something more was possible.  Present long enough to catch the thought – but not its measure.

But clouds change quickly and soon the Cowardly Lion was a stone throw from the vertebrae of a prehistoric marine animal arcing down the vault of the sky.  Curiouser and curiouser.  I do love spring.