In the morning when the alarm goes off, it’s no longer the dark of dark. There’s a bit of color off to the east. Sometimes by the time I hit the road there’s a proper sunrise going on – by that I mean not just like but something worth looking in the rear-view mirror for.
In the evening when I leave work, it’s no longer the start of dark of dark. It’s light and the eastern and western skies are quite different and change rapidly as I drive home. Right now it’s dark when I arrive home but next week it won’t be as dark.
Last night as I came up the hill out of Nassau, the light was doing its Hudson River School thing, and blam! a foreshadowing of spring: that unmistakable blush of red in the maples as they showed just how much they enjoyed the spurt of warm days. I imagined that the maple sugaring guys were out doing their thing while I was at work, inside. But those red red trees which made all the hills just glow in their pre-spring-i-ness. Blam!
I felt spring like all day. Chopped at the ice on the end of the driveway and then added salt on it. Tomorrow it will be pretty much gone.