Springtime Witching Weather

The morning walk. The scene is pre-dawn, a waning crescent peeking over the rooftops in the east…scudding clouds from the south hide and reveal that sliver of light…the breeze is fresh (almost too) and gusty. The lights of the playground area are off. The streetlights can’t quite reach the shadows of the trail. Even the ducks and geese are quiet. I am a quarter of a mile into my walk with Luna before all of this registers. I shiver appropriately and not because it is cold. I am accustomed to this sort of energy in Autumn…not April. I already spend my morning constitutional in conversation with god, so I am not afraid. I pick up where I left off in the dialogue and check to see what in the world Luna has in her mouth. The shadows are deceptive and the water from the mini-lake makes it hard to tell where the things making noise actually are. I round the last quarter mile of the track with the wind pushing me from behind almost as if to hasten me on my way. The lights of the playground come abruptly on as we pass. We made record time getting home.