On

The swelling tide of emotional turmoil suits the March weather perfectly; one day there is snow, another is all birdsong and budding daffodils along the river. She says seven snows after the starling returns, that's how you know it's spring. You count the winds, count the minutes until Daylight Savings, it's so close now, you no longer despair, it is coming.Your therapist cancels an appointment and you spend the day on a tenth street couch full of California sunshine instead, somehow you think the day was better spent. Wake early in the mornings now, it's so close you can
almost
believe it.