March 8, 2015
The weather was about 25 degrees warmer today. I heard an unfamiliar sound, then realized it was snow melt. Water flowed out of the gutters and puddles cast rippling effects on neighbor's doors. I turned the heat off and opened my windows briefly. Pine sol traveled with the breeze as I cleaned the kitchen and bathroom and finally hung some picture frames. I kept track of the lost time as clothes and linen were being washed downstairs. I felt the new season begin to unfold, imagining how it would go. Daring myself to turn over a new leaf as well.