Bitter wind blew, raising goose bumps on the back of her neck. The long running winter had almost broken her will.
The stubborn daffodils, refusing to be held at bay kept her from giving up completely.
She stood in the yard, waiting for the dog to finish investigating the frosted grass.
Her breath exited in cold cast miniature clouds.
As she shivered in her light jacket, the dog raised a nose to the wind.
She curiously lifted her own muted sense to sniff the air.
Her eyes widened in delight.
Ever so faint, from the south, she smelled spring arrive.