woke up to gray and white streaky Van Gogh clouds with patches of cerulean eyes peeking through the house is cold and I am old but it feels like spring
calendar says we’re past equinox sunshine seems to be getting longer flowers bloom forecasters say Raiden’s not done but it feels like spring
dreamt last night that I was outside running and easily leapt over an obstacle drove my car city sights and sounds whelmed me in pleasant memories of living life flashing by like a fast motion freeway it felt like spring
been shuttered with infirmities and limitations but strength training and tai chi have become habit unassisted walking toddles forward but feels and looks good I’m getting there it feels like spring