Springly

Now how is that possible?
The birds are chirping, the air smells of spring.
A slow wet late morning walk around the smells of Lauttasaari, the dog in no hurry, but also clearly without a plan, aimlessly following the scent trails so faint i can only guess at them.
And this winter that wasn't.
It may be a recurring phenomenon, but it sure feels weird.
Slow as in a Sunday. Quiet but for the birds.
The last day of the Christmas holidays.
Breathing is easy, and feels fresh.
Perhaps doom comes slowly.