early grey

the spring-sounding birds (you know the ones i mean) are chirping ferociously outside, as the fog is beginning to lift over newly-greened night-rain grass. the temperature’s low, but swiftly rising with the clouds, making me feel like wearing pretty bright colors and light things, struggling through with only a sweater when i really maybe should be wearing a jacket on top. there’s even a holidayish smell to the air, a twinge of stillness and excitement and worry whether i remembered everything i wanted to do for the family gathering. yes indeed, it sure feels like easter morning.