|This year, Spring arrived early. The winter was a mild one, so it should not have come as a surprise, when clement weather followed. This fine weather comes the week before the vernal equinox. This confluence of events reverberates soundlessly through local wood. Days leading up to this were immoderately warm but today was beyond the pale. Forecast calls for continued warm and clear, suffice to say it will be ultimately pleasant, if not blatantly wondrous, over the next few days.
The simple wonders of the coming days await, before us lay a few glorious days of soothing warmth and ample sunshine. The local fauna has gotten the mood, especially those of the avian variety. Every rain-pool is crowded with our feathered brethren; they squawk and twitter effectively enlivening the surrounding brush. Today dawned clear and cool but by afternoon it warmed considerably, climbing into the mid-70s, now approaching 80.
My beard will soon be a memory. I grow it every winter, protects the face from chilly winds and also saves the time spent shaving. Once the humidity rises, I am afraid the beard has had its day. All I can say is, careful what you wish for, things have a way of coming true. The conditions of the past week belie any motive I may have had as respects the current weather . I cannot be held responsible for actions beheld before.
The warm string of days continue, unabated. A bank of clouds stood on the western horizon. They stand mounted in a sizable array, huddled in a dark mass. These clouds exude a light all their own. Their darkness stands a testament to their emergence on this warm afternoon.
On this warm night, last night I went to the beach and saw a remarkable guitarist, one Stanley Jordan. This artist plays with two hands on the neck of the guitar, playing chord forms with his left and lead lines with his right, in the process he sounded like he was using three hands maybe more. It was an astounding display of virtuosity. How he kept track of what he was doing was beyond me. The night indubitably warm; spring had arrived, despite the calendar.
.(c) Stephen Alexander 2012
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