Humidity

The usually clear and brilliant Colorado sky was hazed in this morning. I like it like this- although perhaps prefer it somewhat warmer. The grass is soo burned out from winter and the dryness that this morning gives me thoughts of the grass feeling protected from the burning of the sun, and maybe the hope of dew, moisture being added to the soil, suckled by sub-terranian capillary action, into the waking roots of dormant stems of grass.

Spring, long in coming, can be wound up like a coil with enough of the right things over the winter- enough water mostly. With out enough right things through this time of year, and too many wrong ones (like additional heat, extra sun shine) the unwinding of spring is like the pitiful flailing of a windup alarm clock with too few turns made the night before- bound to go unnoticed and soon to be missed, and that with some alarm.




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