In medias res

I was lying in bed this morning, complaining to myself about how much my ankle is hurting now that its forced vacation in a cast has ended. It had grown accustomed to drinking mojitos and napping, or whatever it has been up to for the past couple of months, and now that it is pressed into a bit of service, it fights back by throbbing, aching, and sometimes collapsing on me when I need it.

That’s when I noticed that I could see real, spring-like sunlight streaming from the east and reflecting off of the fog that’s covering the Willamette River a few streets south of us. This is a time of year that (some) Portlanders seem to take a return to clouds as a personal insult, so while I last saw sunlight yesterday afternoon, I had already plummeted back to despair over when spring might really arrive.

But today, at least, the sun seems to be struggling through the Oregonian clouds, and I might go outside and watch the raised beds for sign of any of the seeds we planted last weekend poking up through the dirt.