Little yellow buds make the dark grey pavement look a sickly mustard green. Thousands of them are piled up in drifts against the sidewalk having fallen from the maple trees during the previous night’s wind. Above, the branches have suddenly burst forth with emerald green with leaves, twinkling in the low morning sun. The street almost explodes with the shimmering, warm dance of spring but the smoky ghosts of breath escape into the bitterly cold air and hold it back.
Things You See In The Morning