To me, today felt like Spring. Sure, those warmish days in February and March were welcome, but, to me, they seemed unnatural, and even a little surreal – for Michigan anyway.
Today was a different story – the weather felt like it should as it nears mid-March.
I stepped outside and the temperature was 30 degrees, and, when I returned home from a leisurely walk with a spring in my step, it was 45 degrees. It was the sun that made all the difference … a bright yellow orb shining brightly in a flawless blue sky.
The streets were quiet, except for the birds that tweeted out their approval of the beautiful morning. As I walked through the various neighborhoods, I strongly suspected the streets were so silent because everyone was catching some extra ZZZZZs because we will lose that extra hour of sleep tomorrow. I hate that, as well as the sun rising later in the morning, as it will impact my walk on work days for a while.
I encountered just one person and that was the mailman whose route is on Emmons Boulevard. We usually pass the time of day when we cross paths and today was no different. He was scurrying from his truck to various homes, while dropping off packages, before he began his regular mail route. He was wearing shorts, which came to near his knees, and I was wearing woolens and a down coat, hat and gloves. As I got closer, I asked him “which one of us has dressed for the weather today?” He laughed and said that he dashes around so much on his mail route, that he likes his legs to be cool as he can travel faster. I told him I was definitely overdressed, but was reluctant to remove my heavy coat just yet, let alone wear my shorts.
I walked nearly all the way to the railroad tracks today before heading back home, as I’m still trying not to overdo the miles just yet. On my return trip down the Boulevard, suddenly the honking of geese told me they were close by and probably looking to land shortly in the Creek by the footbridge. I looked up in the sky, shading my eyes from the sun’s rays, and saw a pair of sleek silhouettes as they approached. They looked like two Concorde jets getting ready to land. As they neared me, I was able to admire their flight form and beautiful plumage. I unzipped my coat to retrieve the camera but noticed that they began to part ways – each goose entered the water with a streamlined splash. Thus, the pair did not land together, but on opposite sides of the Boulevard. Soon, an intense verbal warfare ensued as the two geese honked incessantly, which I presumed was to persuade their mate or buddy to cross the street and join them on the other side. Well, it piqued my interest, as I wondered which one of the duo would cave in and make the first move to join the other. It was a beautiful day, so I hung out, waiting to see what would happen. For a few minutes, the noise was almost deafening as there was a whole lot of honkin’ going on. Neither goose moved, but I finally did, shaking my head and concluding that it isn’t just humans that get their gander up sometimes …there is divisiveness even in the waterfowl world.