Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Spring Bird

"Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush."
-Doug Larson

On glancing out of my window this morning I saw a Spring bird. At first sight, it was a symbol of better weather, or hope of it; a sign of a thaw in the air; more likely it was evidence of our impatience to be out and about and make-believe that it is already Summer. We so badly want the comfort of the sun that we can almost feel the warmth on our faces.
The Spring bird that I saw was my neighbour.
It was 6 AM and she was attending to something beside her car. I strained hard to see if she was actually wearing anything at all for it looked like she was experiencing a day at the beach in July. A pair of shorts, a microscopic vest: these covered the young woman to some extent; that is to say, almost not at all. I was horrified. I retreated discreetly from the window feeling a swift and palpable chill.
Patience, patience. Spring will come, in time, as will Summer and on it shall go. There is no sense in risking pneumonia for the foolish belief that life ought always to be full of sunshine.

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