Too small to take a fall.

Tomorrow's the equinox, and the beginning of springtime. One's inarguable while the other's arbitrary. It felt like spring today. A low spring, where the sky's still sharp and close, and you want to keep the heat and blankets wrapped around you once it gets dark.

But there were buds on magnolia trees today, and twenty-one geese in the park. Pigeons flew past, above and around me, ready to get moving to nowhere in particular, as pigeons often do. Tommorrow's the equinox, but spring's already creeping in.