I’m sure I saw her peek out from behind the bushes. When I turned to look, she hid away again, so I can’t be 100% sure.
I felt her on the breeze and in each breath I took. Could she be playing me false? Is this just a tease or the real thing?
I saw her in the way the trails of water wove their way into the street from the snow piled near the curb. The blades of grass are still holding back hope, remaining brown and yellow.
I feel her in the warmth of the sun on my face. But she’s done this before, pulling me in just to spurn me with the return of frigid air that sends me back into layers of clothing.
I’m not hearing the chirping of the birds yet. Maybe they aren’t fooled into believing it could be true.
So do I trust the birds or my belief that winter is finally pulling back from the painful grip to relinquish its hold?
No decision, really. Today, I’ll be seeking glimpses of spring. I know she’s out there and I’m going to find her.