It feels like spring-with-a-frost

It was a still night. Must have been a couple of degrees below freezing, but not deep below. I woke to wetlands dusted in white.

Took Fury out early. The wetlands beach. A few seagulls, a distant grebe, and the sentinal heron.

We walked to the marina. A man wrapped in his winter coat sitting on a bench looking out over the bay. It was so beautifully quiet.

The sun is drifting in off the deck through the open door. The birds are singing spring songs already.