Sprung Spring

It had seemed like the transition from winter to summer was a seamless one. A few little flowers tried calling out 'Spring!', but withered soon after in the baking sun. The bouganvilleas were also a clear indicator that the weather should be warm, with a cool breeze, rather than hot with a warm breeze. But a tremendous thunderstorm struck on Sunday night - marking our transition out of our, now sold and settled, little apartment. We'll now be at mum's place for the next couple of months until all the cards have fallen and our fate for next year is revealed.

But this morning I woke up to a cool Spring morning. Almost like a warm winter morning but there must be a climactic measure I'm not considering that differentiates the two. Perhaps the humidity was a percent higher, the breeze a knot slower, the air a whiff more fragrant from blooming jasmine, the birds a tweet louder and the sun at a declination more conducive to relaxation. A great time of year - Spring.