Spring is Springing All Around Me

A week ago, the tree outside my bedroom window was still bare, and I looked out at it, wondering when the green would start to emerge. Today, its skeleton is covered in bright shoots. In another month it will be lush and once again keeping most of the sunlight out of my room—the only drawback to its being there.

Today was one of those warm, crystalline-clear days that makes the Bay Area just shine. I spent several hours in the City, neighborhood-shopping for my impending move. It was unusually warm over there. I’d worried about being chilled by the usual SF breezes. Not today.

Returning home on BART, I looked out one side to the tree-lined East Bay hills, and out the other to the sparkling bay. And I thought to myself, There is no place I’d rather live.