The Earliest Ending of Winter

Probably it will snow again. Today, though, it rains and spring seems inevitable, if not willing. And suddenly everything looked different again, warm air descending onto brick and broken shufflers, bringinghome bags from shopping. it's an atmospheric alteration and I wish I could quantify this sense that it affects my percetion and mood. But what would be the fun in that? If I am making steps they are so small as to be imperceptible to anyone but myself, but I've applied to something and started reading two new books. I spoke to my grandmother, who is lonely. There is water everywhere, a safe deluge for changes and harbingering. Auspicious enough without birds. Endings are happening to begin.