A dragonfly, maybe. Definitely a butterfly. But, not at a common housefly.
That changed yesterday.
As I looked out my bathroom window, I saw the sun shining. I saw a yard full of grass with a only few remaining mounds of dirt-riddled snow.
And then I saw something even more exciting.
There upon the window pane sat a good, old-fashioned, dirty housefly.
The first fly of the season sitting on my window basking in the sun and warmer temperature.
I smiled. I actually smiled at a fly.
Oddly, I feel rather like the fly. I'm ready to emerge from the winter dull-drums and delight in the warmth of the sun.
Spring really is coming.
Surely, I will curse that same fly in a few weeks when he's buzzing around with his pesky, little friends welcoming the season.
But for now, I will smile at a fly and sing, hip hip hooray! Spring is actually headed our way.
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| Window is larger than it appears. The fly is actual size. |