Last evening was hot and the windows of my cabin were all open. The sun was down but hadn’t been down for long, and the evening had not yet cooled. I was thinking it would be hours before the evening felt comfortable enough for sleep. And then I heard a distant sound and stopped what I was doing to listen.
The wind was rising. The front that was to cool down the weather was on its way, the more distant trees of the forest already announcing its arrival. I went around the cabin, starting to close windows, thinking the wind would also bring rain or thunder.
The sound of wind racing through the trees grew ever louder until it reached the trees around the cabin. The wind was cool. Instantly, the temperature dropped and the evening felt fresh. No rain or thunder came with this front, just the wind. Spring is back.
But while summer was here for a brief, early visit, the woods changed dramatically and overnight. I am already losing my winter view, as you can see by this morning’s photo. I hope the return to spring temperatures will slow this progress a little, but I’m not going to count on it. Soon, I’ll be encased in greenery again and won’t see the distant mountain again until fall when the leaves drop.