Winds of change have driven off the last of winter, and we have been baking under a hotter than normal spring sun. I am unaccostumed to the bright light, and I am not sure I wish to see it so early, or perhaps, so late. Without the steady clock of Frank's employment, I am not sure if I would chose to be a daylight creature. The light hurts my eyes, even as the new smells assault my nose. There's something almost kind in sitting on the porch and watching the moon, when everything is still but you and a few bats playing chicken at the corner streetlamp.

But no, I get to watch the children screaming onto the bus, and off the bus, and running through our yard on their way to some where else. And the bint next door letting the cat in and out and staring to see if I bothered with clothes today. And Gene cutting his lawn across the street, or possibly washing the inside of his garage again. He always smiles and waves, and I have to wonder at his motives.

Still, on a nice day like today, I wonder if the ice cream store down the street has opened yet, and if so, would Frank perhaps like to go for a walk with me? I am so grateful it just isn't cold any more, that I like to be reminded with my sweets. Pistachio and cherry topping, if you got it. Pretty.

And yet... I am such an optimist. I wonder when it will rain.  ¶ 5:07 PM