A beautiful sunrise gave way to some clouds.
Spring has begun her annual dance.
She pretends to be shy, peeking around the corner.
You feel her presence and turn to greet her, only to get the cold shoulder.
She is gone.
Spring teases and entices us.
The birds herald her coming; we throw off our heavy winter clothes and stand ready to embrace her presence.
She retreats yet again.
Just when we are completely vexed, and keep our backs turned in our pique, Spring sneaks up and gently taps us on the shoulder. We turn to see her unabashed beauty all around us.