Last Year I Did Not Have the Spring

And this year, I am careful to look everywhere at the sky, at the trees, as they inch out the green buds.

Inch by inch, and every day seems cold.

I remember coming to Waltham for a long time.  Not visiting between January and April.  And then being at "home" for a long time.

This year, it seems easy. Easier if I wasn't sick.