A Little More Than a Drizzle

The birds are insistent today. I don’t speak their language, but I get their point. It’s a brand new day and the wonder of that is enough to get excited about. The sky is falling in droplets. A little more than a drizzle. Not quite a glaze. Sweet none-the-less. There is a chill in the air. The good type. The type that feels fresh and chipper with the knowledge some warmth is on the way as the day grows longer.