Winter isn't over yet, here in Madison, but we had a day of respite today, with the temperature going up to 57 degrees and the sun shining. Snow was melting like crazy, sending rivulets across the sidewalks.
The clean top layers of snow were dissolving, revealing the filthy underlayers.
A swing was looking for a child.
A tree stretched out around telephone wires, reaching, like all of us, for spring.
My destination: Starbucks. It's wildly strewn with Sunday newspaper.
I read four admissions files and a law review article, drank that grande latte, and, hopping over rivulets and puddles, made my way back home.