The air will be a little warmer, the fields greener, the woods softer. I might even drive with the window down. And there will be the fresh, fragrant smells of flowers and foliage.
I'll be able to stop without feeling cold, even though I'm wearing fewer clothes. Brena's coat will be thinner too, but she won't need a rug at night.
I'd like to be able to drive down to a lower altitude, to a more southerly place, to catch the incipient season more readily. However I live close to sea level and not far from the coast. That old dodge from a previous life just isn't an option.
But I do remember my joy upon discovering a lovely warm, green, rejuvenated world. That happiness is still available, undiluted, for nature never ceases to thrill me. Only I experience too little of her.
A few more weeks, perhaps? Last March snow fell, I know. It doesn't matter. I find snow beautiful too, clean and bright.
As the hours of daylight lengthen so time seems to pass more quickly. That's good. Soon the clocks will change. In a few weeks I will start riding after work.