We had our first truly Spring day today in SF. I opened the door this morning to figure out what coat to wear and realized I almost didn't need one. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, it was like the rain storm from yesterday never happened. Made me think twice about whether March had arrived like a lion or a lamb. Is that only referring to the first day of March or is it sort of the general early part of the month? Because today was about as lamb-y as it gets.
What are my favorite things about the first breath of Spring (sorry, but the waxing poetic will continue for the rest of this entry)? Back in Iowa it was the lilacs blooming and the greenest grass you've ever seen. In Washington it was being able to drive up the hill from my apartment rather than down the hill after the ice melted. In San Francisco, the seasons are subtle. It's the little things that stand out. My experience tonight:
The smell of a blooming freesia tree in front of the school at 19th and Irving.
Wearing my lightest jacket and wondering if I should just take it off.
Trees against a darkening blue sky, leaves and branches fading into a mottled black mass.
A pinky orange clear sunset with only a few thin lines of cloud reflecting the color, over the ocean.
The moment when the sun has passed below the horizon and the crisp chill of the air first hits me.
Arriving home while there's still light in the sky.