A baby rabbit bouncing over the yards across the street.
A big, fuzzy black cat tip-toeing across the melting snow
in the backyard.
We cabin-fevered humans able to venture outside with just a
jacket instead of three layers plus hat, scarf, gloves and boots.
Cloudless blue skies and sunshine.
A nighttime sky full of stars.
The sweet earth smell in the air.
The Indians playing training games in Arizona.
The groundhog was right.
This is my 64th Spring as of this Friday.
I bought myself a big bottle of Coco Mademoiselle
so I can wear it every day.
I aim to be happy if it kills me.