The ladybug doesn’t lie. It’s “unseasonably warm” today, but not for long. The approaching cold front’s humid gusts have filled the yard with hyacinth perfume, and an electric sense of unease.
On a normal day, I might see two or three seagulls soar over my yard. Today I see dozens. They seem to be fleeing inland.
An angry chorus of crows, as they drive away a hawk, echoes the air’s tingle and buzz.
The sky changes from moment to moment, from frame to frame. It’s unsettling. Perhaps I’ll join the dog as she paces and frets along the leading edge our first spring storm.