Glorious Easter

What a difference a day makes. I'm less interested in talking about the weather than I am in a total change of mood. Easter is always a great gathering of dear friends, but usually also a great sign of things to come with the changing of the seasons. Yesterday was no exception. 

I was blessed with a few hours of solitude and wonderful temperatures in which I took trusted companion Waylon for a walk to the lake. People were out in hordes; eating on rooftop patios, renting Nice Ride bikes, picnics on the damp grass. Tin Fish was open for the first time with a line that stretched a long path. Although the water was cold it was not frigid, we both got feet wet. Shorts, sandals - attire that just weeks ago was beyond thought. The air smelled fresh and moods were high. So lucky that the day was mine to explore.