What is so rare as the first morning of Spring ?

The temperature still supplies a bit of an edge, as if to remind us all that we just left the back side of Winter. The sun couldn’t shine any brighter, but that edge is clearly discernible. The old order changes, but judging from my chilled fingers… barely.

Nonetheless, the Writer’s Perch is the spot to be at this hour. I gladly laud the the Vernal Equinox. Bring it on !