It had been a long winter, everything alive shrunk, contracted.  Today was the first time we got outside to feel a warm breeze and it began to fill us again,  like a wrinkled sheet being shook out, smoothed.   It holds the promise of more… but expectation is a tenuous thing and we can so easily be disappointed.

So we hold today close and try to capture the moment to allow us to reminisce in the inevitable disappointing summer days ahead.