Springtime

The north-easterly wind blowing, this time, from the southerly brought in its sweep welcome tidings and bits of cellophane. The warm breeze scratched confusedly against the pavements and made little bubbles in the window panes. The car alarms went off, and nobody could figure out that it was because of the wind's slight airheadedness. The last wild cat remaining in the city, a haggard black minx with white paws, woke up in her cellar and came out onto the street in the broad daylight. She was the first to notice the bursting buds on the peach tree outside my bedroom window.