Sunday morning, the only day off this week, in the morning sipping coffee outside, a large, well fed coyote with bush tail and a glossy pelt walks across the ridge behind the condo. Working his way east, towards the golf course, indifferent to any spectators. The cats will stay in today.
And all throughout the day there are rabbits in fields, on the sides of the road, lawns, it looks to be their year. Hawks sit on fenceposts looking for the smaller game or just hanging in the air.
The sky's an unblemished blue, perfect, gem like, it's as if it's never snowed, certainly not just a few days before, now, almost indisputably, it's spring.
Almost.
Later there are the crowds walking along the river, a cool evening, and in the night there are shimmering curtains of phosphorescence in northern sky, iridescent and changing colors, they play for an hour or two before fading to a dull glow.