I’m working from home today.
Most days I sit in my high-windowed office on the eighth floor of a cold and draughty building, shivering under my many layers of clothing and barely aware of what the weather is doing outside. It is only during my twice-daily walks to and from the station that I am exposed to the near-constant rain and bitter wind that seems to penetrate my very bones.
But not today. Today I am sitting at my kitchen table and the sun is shining. Today the window is open and I can hear the birds singing and the distant noise of a lawn mower. Today I went into the garden with my cup of tea and saw these tiny purple flowers shooting up through the grass.
A sign, perhaps, that spring is around the corner.