Entering Spring

As I drive I think about the fog that creeps along the wheels of my car.

I think about the gray in the sky.

The droplets that are dusting my windshield, they aren't heavy enough to wash away but they race to the bottom pushed by the wind.

As I walk to my class I think of the puddles that I pass, I could walk in them but then my socks would be wet. I don’t like the feeling of water.

I think of the coolness that matches the heat of the day.

You would think rain means cold, but spring is creeping in. The cold is fading away.

I think of the silence, there are no birds singing today, I just hear the wshh of cars as they pass.

There aren't many students outside right now, who actually want to be in this weather?

Though it is nice and calm, it is still wet.

The truth is; if I didn't get out of bed today, if I didn't will myself to go to my last class after missing the others I had today. I wouldn't even have known it was raining.

My mind is raining too.

But just like the weather, just like the silence of the birds, and the movement of the cars.

I am calm and moving forward, I am approaching spring.

The flowers have yet to bloom.

But the gray will fade.