My body is confused.
Just a few weeks ago, when I was in the Southern City Where Creative Writing Conference Was Held, I spent an afternoon in a botanical garden where pink blossoms were unfolding on the trees. When I was visiting the European City Where My Daughter is Spending the Semester, I walked through a park wearing only a t-shirt. (Yes, of course, I had pants on, too. This is a country where acting proper is quite important. I mean that I didn't have on mittens or a hat or a winter coat.) In the City of Patisseries That Smell Wonderful, we walked through sunshine in parks where the gardens were already filled with little flowers.
I've watched spring arrive at least three times already, in three different parts of the world. So even though snow this time of year is perfectly normal where I live, I keep looking out in my backyard and wondering – what is it doing there?
My backyard on the last day of winter.