they say that the change in season creeps up on you, but i think that it occasionally leaps up and whacks you on the head. i don't know if this happens to anyone else, but i was out on friday night, checking out the weekly descent into comedic dada that is the too much comedy show. when i went in, there were buds on the trees, waiting, i thought, to bloom into that pale lime shade known everywhere as "spring green" over the course of the next few warm, moist days.
except that, a few hours later, by the time i came out of said comedy show *poof* spring had arrived. all those little brown buds had opened and, within a couple of hours, while i was inside, the world had shifted. at once strangely beautiful and startling...