We woke up Saturday morning and something had arrived. A feeling or presence. It hovered over all the houses while we ate breakfast. We were suspicious at first. We kept looking out our windows wondering, where did all the clouds go? Whatever it was, it wasn’t enough to melt the remaining snowbanks, but it turned them all wet and grainy. One by one, everyone went outside. Some people got out their bikes. Others just sat on the grass to read. My friend Heath went skiing up by Wellsville Peak and he said it was so warm up there he thought about lying down on a rock for a nap. A few of us went fishing. My neck got a little sunburnt. I heard one guy broke a sweat. The only thing left in town was an army of coats and jackets with no one in them. They had been thrown over chairbacks and left behind in cars as though they might never be needed again.
We Were Suspicious at First