The waving static sounds of the wind meandering through the pine trees,

Rising and falling with the wave of dark green hands in the pre-summer air.

Sky still illuminated, sun long set.

The smell of window screens and clouds that have yet to rain,

Vanilla too, from somewhere I don't yet know, Mother Nature perhaps saying hello.

Dogs barking in the far distance and lights across the lake.

Everything seems so much homier now that winter has left us in its wake.