It rained last night. That calm, quiet, windless rain. The kind that doesn’t disrupt sleep but awakens the world outside.

This morning everything felt more alive outside. The air was cool but calm. The streets, cleaned of their winter filth, glistened under the street lights. Birds sang long before my arrival, happily feasting on worms exposed in the wet soil.

And when the sun finally rises and breaks through the clouds, the trees will explode with a stunning array of green.

Spring has finally arrived.