Waiting for the Last Gasp – Adam Overland

It is in the early days of spring
When a snowfall isn’t yet out of the question
When the boulevards and gutters reveal winter’s trash collection

An unexpected 70 degrees and the quiet sun in a cloudless sky

This is the first day that a reasonable person would wear shorts

This is the exact day—not the one before it or the many after it
This is the day that you were waiting for
That reminds you

This is the day you realize there will be more days like this
and you actually start to believe that

But soon days like this will become so common
You will forget them before they are gone

During the drone of winter
you seemed to recall there having been these kinds of days
But the memory is like a postcard
sent by someone too distant to be believed

It is only when this day presents itself again for the first time
When you went out and just DID EVERYTHING
Wearing shorts

It is only when this day comes to an end
and tomorrow’s forecast predicts rain, and the weekend, maybe snow

It is only then that you realize, suddenly, that this was that day

And now it’s gone

*Today is the day, at least in Minnesota and most of the midwest. Don’t miss it.