Water on the pavement

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Yesterday made it into the fifties, a welcome respite from the endless cold days, and then the rain came. When I left the office about 8:30, the showers had paused and now the streetlights washed the grass in sparkles and the parking lot in shimmers. The smell of life sent my hindbrain messages my mind interpreted only later: Winter will one day end. New growth is biding its time. All will be well.


I stopped, breathed deeply, and for almost a minute, until the reality of the cooling night overtook the dream of the coming spring, stood happily in that dream and smiled into the darkness.