Misty but spring

Weatherman said, 80 degrees and sunny.

9 a.m., and it hasn't arrived yet. It's mild and misty. The air is scented, even by the water, maybe magnolias.

A man drove past with a ginger cat perched on his shoulder.

A scythe-shaped bird, swallow, swift or marten? flew over the house, unmistakeable, not a starling or grackle or blackbird. They are back, and spring is officially here.