weather report

In the weeks before spring, on the edge between two seasons, days are like miniature years, weather changing and clouds shifting, rain and sun... Earlier, the sky was dark grey and the light was flat, and every color stood out sharply against the darkness. The red buds on tree-branches against that slate-grey made the season look like a second autumn. The darkness built and the shadows all spread out and were absorbed by the tree-trunks, and then came the stillness, and then the moment: the grey deepened one more shade and then gave out; the rain poured down. It started sleeting and miniature balls of ice got caught in the grass. And then the clouds all parted and drifted in and out of sight. Now it is bright outside; sunlight spills onto the street and licks the cold green leaves. In this time between seasons, it usually looks warm out the windows, but I know that it is not. But still the wind is starting to feel different.