I wore short sleeves and the wind felt good on my skin. I didn't cover my ears when I went outside. I didn't pull my hair back into a ponytail; I let it blow around my head and cover my face because it finally felt good.
After my writers group meeting, the sky was dark except for the glow of the lights in the parking lot. I carried my hoodie over my arm instead of wearing it. Well after 9 pm, I was still in short sleeves.
I drove with the window down and my arm on the sill. I could hear the truck accelerate through town from the outside, felt the cool breeze stir my unruly hair, smelled the exhaust mixed with the leftover dust of a long winter.
The grass is green and it's raining this morning...