Spring Day

The day was bright and warm. A perfect spring day with birds singing in the trees and the dogs following their noses into the woods searching for the sources of the scents they detected on the breeze. Harry strolled along, his walking stick making faint marks on the soil of the path he was following. He had left his coat behind in light of the warmth and the freedom of shedding the extra layers of clothing needed during the long winter months.

Two miles from home found him topping a rise and stepping out of the woodland. The view spread before him was breathtaking. On the horizon he noticed the building of dark clouds, advancing across the sky as he watched. There hadn’t been any forecast of foul weather. There hadn’t been any indication of a storm brewing, nothing to indicate a possible cause of concern. He whistled, calling the dogs to his side and turned back the way he came. It would be close, his getting back to the safety of his house before the storm over took him, but then he laughed. It had been years since he had been caught outside in a storm and he recalled the thrill of it, the joy of it, the challenge of it, and slowed his step. Today he would embrace the unforeseen change of weather and relish the transformation of the landscape as the rain brought forth new growth.