I smelled the Earth today.
I saw the robins out my classroom window, too. They were all work no play, marching like an army across the field. The worms didn't have a prayer.
While I was coaching lacrosse, I got muddy and I felt the wind and my fingers got a little numb from the cold, but I didn't wear gloves. When I looked northwest I held my hand like a salute to shade my eyes from the sun.
The shadows of the trees were long on my way home, but my headlights were off. My son went to baseball practice at 6:00 pm with a belly full of chili. He tracked cleat-shaped pieces of Earth in to the kitchen when he came home, and I resisted the urge to pick them up and feel them and smell it and rejoice in them.
It's spring. My uninvited visitor has left me for another poor soul.