kites

 Yesterday Allyn said that the day somehow felt different. It had a different quality to it, like it was possible that some day winter would be over and spring would arrive. I said I had felt the same way earlier in the day on our walk. In sunny places, all of the ice was gone. You could actually feel a little bit of a cushion underfoot when walking on muddy ground.

We live an a valley that runs north and south, like most of Vermont. This is conducive to wind, and yesterday was no exception, except that it was. There was a wind from the west, but it was not the same as yesterday. Either the wind had changed or I had. I found myself thinking of kites.