Early Spring

I stepped out onto campus this morning,
expecting a harsh wind to
internally curse my always freezing fingertips,
but instead,
the sun warmed me for the first time
since the feeble beginnings of autumn,
the last echoing farewell of summer.
Birds chirped, a sound so unfamiliar to me
and I stopped in my tracks
and just listened,
a simpler pleasure.

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