Waiting

Every single day lately brings one more inch of light. We’re on the right side of the year, the one of the long months of growing anticipation of spring. February's knocking at our door, bringing its dramatic, high contrast scene, its impromptu changes of costume, a grand production staged by a whimsical director gone crazy over the assigned budget.
The cast is an impressive one, the creme of the creme of actors, dancers and musicians, singers, acting solos, dialogues, and epic scenes, with the indispensable extras in the background.
In the morning the a capella song of the fog and sun courting each other opens the show. Every single day, they rehearse their part, every single day it gets better and better.
By noon time today it was April, warm enough to toss the coat away and go out with a light jacket or just a tee shirt. A radiant sun was up, penetrating the walls, warming our rooms and bodies, making heating a waste.
The late afternoon brings about a peplum movie, biblical sunset that stretches time till it’s suspended over our heads, a Michelangelo cupola that makes me crane my neck and leaves me speechless at the master’s work.