while three bikes wait.
Windows squeak
like the seal of a jar.
Sunlight streams
striping the wall
Motes float like starlight and
spring is marching in.
Today the temps hit sixty. Ah, it was such a breath of freshness. The sun felt like butter on my skin when it came through my window. I walked outside for a moment at lunchtime and as I walked back in the doors I noticed three bikes parked. I imagined kiddos waking up this morning, checking the weather and running to grab their bike for school. A sure sign that spring is within reach.
