Winter has been a blur of white and glittering gray, and the line between seasons has imperceptibly been crossed.
Driving overnight rain plumped dessicated berries, turning garnet into cherry red. The sun erupted this morning, transforming the last raindrops into blurred streaks and dots of cottony white.
A single burst of butterscotch and lavender crocuses in my neighborhood has people lumbering like zombies to stand and dot the salt-cracked street pavement. They stare silently, not quite believing their bleary eyes.
A flash of brilliant color has supplanted the monochromatic blurs which drew our gazes in winter: ashy sea smoke at dawn, stalwart birds’ wings gliding among bare black branches, the seamlessly spinning vortex of snow.