although i know it's playing tricks on me, i was struck suddenly last night with the feeling of the coming spring, brought on by the warm, gentle breeze that accompanied the evening. feeling the seasons is so weird, like nostalgia. and even in january, stale life peeks its eyes open, for just a few moments, to remind me what's coming, and what it feels like. it's surprising and familiar, something that cannot be realized until it's reminded us. yes, that's what you feel like, spring. i'd nearly forgotten. and my mind flashes with a dozen early spring nights just the same, melting snow, thick air, fog all around. that sensation hits me hard every time, insists on reminding me of its seasons past. sometimes it's so strong it feels like deja vu.

but don't worry. it will be winter again by the end of the week.