there is this strange lull between the end of winter and early spring (though, technically it is late winter) that i've never truly noticed before. the weather is getting warmer (the temperature was just perfect today, mid 60s), but everything is dead. i had a wonderful day mulling about the town, enjoying the first truly nice day of the year. but everything is still asleep, the trees, the grass, the animals. i know there is so much more to come, good and bad. i suppose what i mean to say is, bare trees are still trees, though we anticipate their growth, let's love their lack of it all the same.
