Unintentional

That sneaky light is arriving noticeably earlier again. That sneaky sleep is playing games. It knocked me out while I was reading something, and then it twisted my neck while I was unconscious. I woke up and saw vague trees darkening against pale sky. I opened the door and the cat scolded me for leaving her out too long. The chill damp air, densely pine-scented, brushed aside my grogginess. Now I'm too awake, and walking about dazed, with head slightly askew from having slept in the wrong position. The east bleeds light like a curtain being raised to reveal a stage soon to fill with nonsense. I don't want to watch.

Respite

Almost two hours of actual sunlight this evening! I didn't have much free time to go out and enjoy it. Well, the place has been gray so much this year and I've grown so pale that I'd probably have gotten sunburned by more than ten minutes of it anyway. Another (and even larger) storm is on the way now. The levees in the valley are strained, and the streets everywhere in the region are cratering with new potholes. The plants are confused. Various flowering trees that in most years would all be in bloom at once are out of sync. Some blossomed as early as February, some are in (rather subdued) bloom now, and others remain entirely bare. I'm having a hard time thinking of this as spring.

Now I have to put out the trash can, and I'm going to get soaked because it just began raining again.