Spring, I mean?
This morning I could sense a subtle change in the air. It even smelt different.
As I ‘sniffed the air’, I was a child again, aged about 7, wondering whether I’d be allowed to go out without a coat, wear my new white socks and get out my skipping rope. After all, the sun felt warm on my back so it must be spring.
Everything smelt of anticipation, excitement and ‘going back out to play after tea.’ I felt hope all around me. I could even sense the grass starting to grow.
and tears threatened as I heard the robin’s sharp song .
It’s the first of March.
For me it’s always meant the end of winter and the beginning of spring.
I know it’s cold and we could have some more snow, but perhaps…
…can you feel it?
In the air?
You will, if you want to…