How rare that the wind was so warm that day. Fierce, but gentle. It reminded me of summer. The blue of the sky reminded me of summer, too.
The park-destroying geese had arrived, I saw, from whatever warm place their winter destination was. There they sat, in large numbers on the rocks by the sea. Large seagulls circled in the air, crying out with what have become familiar sounds of summer.
Ice cream stands had opened. One was crowded with customers and another one completely deserted. Some people were wearing t-shirts and shorts already, while others were still covering up in winter gear. (Guess which type I am?)
The sun was out. It makes such a difference. Light, finally!
Yellow is here. The other colors will come, in their time.