I was Zooming down the bike lane, when I heard several red-winged blackbirds singing. They’ve returned. This is always my marker that we’ve arrived toward a warmer season. The wind began to blow, and I smelled the scent of the sunscreen that has been in a drawer all winter.
It’s a different time, and a different part of me is showing up too.
What are your markers of a new season?
—Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 