Waiting

I'm waiting patiently for spring to come. Soon the birds won't be singing just at noontime. At some point the snow goes away and the trails clear. Somewhere near there my mind clears and elevates everything. The sky gets a warmth to its blueness, blueness? 2 layers not 5 or 6. Studded tires go in the back of the shed, out come the regular knobbies. Gloves are the warmest thing I need, not mitts and lobster paws. The boredom and unrest fade into long quiet rides on the paths. Choices between dirt and road. Not forced into one. Maybe it will all mellow as my head relaxes, less everything Except time with B and Shaubie.