I love it when the seasons' transition from one to another.
Walking, for me, provides the means to appreciate the transition. The word “spring” is noted on various calendars and newspapers. It is announced on multiple media sites but the ice continues to be present in secret places (until you slip on it).
Still, there are signs that the transition is occurring. Little signs of life are present. They are emerging from the ground. They are not bound by calendars or media. Soon where we walk there will be evidence all around us that the transition is completed.
In the meantime, where did I put that extra set of gloves?
