Ere Spring Was Born...

While I was away in Rome, the St. Louis Spring was right on schedule. I got home and for one lovely day, the wind was soft and warm, the flowers were blooming, the leaves were a tender, new green, and the dogwood spotted the woods like snowy lace that drifted into bloom.

Then everything froze over. For two weeks now, we haven't been above 50 degrees. It's dipped below freezing almost every night, and most morning when I drive to work or to school. The fresh green leaves have closed back in on themselves and are turning browner with each passing day. The flowers wake every morning encased in a bitter frost. There have even been reports of snow, insubstantial and worthless, in the morning hours.

None of this has stopped the spring rains, however... they press on, cold and dreary. The other day when I went to take the ACT, ( and even that was a lovely break from Trieschmann), the lines were long and stretched out into the street. There we waited, a bunch of strangers who wouldn't even speak to each other, staring up into the cold and bright sky while the rain came down on us. It was that amazingly soft rain, almost a mist, that drop by drop crowned each of us with white and dewy hair and soaked our admission tickets. In the thirty five degree weather every inch of bare skin was slowly, painfully coated...

P.S. I checked my google page to see if this was a global phenomenon. See preceding post.