It's not sunny today nor cold and crisp like it was the first time I remember standing slack-jawed in front of some blooming witch hazel in February.
It hasn't just rained either like another sighting in a winter gone by.
Still it feels magical though to catch a little glimpse of color this time of year out of the corner of your eye and to walk toward it, knowing this time pretty much exactly what delightful thing it is you will find.
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