Tipping into spring

There is always a day that proclaims winter to be over, when the universe nudges the earth irrevocably toward spring.  In Chicago, today was that day.  The trees are unmistakably budding, and the North Pond is suddenly crowded with birds.

The grass near the Nature Museum is turning an unfamiliar shade.  Daffodils are suddenly blooming or budding.

Crowds flock to the zoo, unhunching their shoulders.  Having shed a few layers, their steps are lighter.  Chicago is suddenly eager to be outside.  Winter’s senseless trials are forgotten, and enthusiasm flies high.