To look out the window, one would think spring is on the way.
Drips from the roof from the melting snow.
Bright sunshine - much stronger in the sky than it was a month ago.
Longer days - the light sticks around until almost six o'clock now instead of disappearing at four.
The cat was lounging on the porch - the sun warming his thick fur.
I almost didn't take my gloves.
And I almost wore a lighter jacket instead of the heavy winter one.
But the wind gave a big gust as I opened the door and sent me back inside.
To change into that heavy jacket and get those gloves.
The scene outside the window almost convinced me, but good thing I had that reminder before I actually left.
It was a downright cold, windy walk.
But well worth it - next month at this time the calendar will say it's spring.