feels like spring

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose form the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Bysshe Shelley

No, it's not Spring, yet;
but the temperatures in the 60's and the sun shining
transported us there.


For this break from the cold and gray, 
for this beauty in the minutiae
I am grateful.