There's a strange feel in the air tonight - a slight warmth in the winter chill.
The leaves on deciduous trees are beginning to bud.
The luminous violet of clouds in the late night sky silhouettes bare, hanging twigs dark against the night time glow.
The night birds' songs fill the air - melodic calls and responses resonating from trees down side streets filled with tenement houses- heralding change.
An age old green comet, invisible to the naked eye, last seen by Neanderthals fills the imagination.
We wait, uncertain, for the joys of warmer weather knowing that a cold snap will arrive within hours that will chill us to the bone.
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