There was haze in the sky

and I let out a tentative sneeze.

It was a day of baby blue

spread across the upper lights.

I felt for some sort of breath of air,

amazed by the warm breeze

and unnatural chill beneath my skin.

The second hand on my watch

twitched to a stop,

unsure if to continue or not.

My fingers tapped impatiently as

bird after bird took to the sky.

The sun burned a hole through atmosphere

and soul, smiling at the comfortable heat.

I shivered in the cold.

The sky was filled with flapping wings,

those of innocent birds,

convinced that today was the start of spring.