Ohio Day

February 26, 2015

It can't mean nothing

But it also can't mean something

It's like one of those days.

Like an Ohio mid-March

Kind of day.

Where there's not a cloud

in the whole sky

And there's nothing but blue

Surrounding you.

No clouds visible at all

And the air feels

unusually warm

With all the sun's radiance.

It's so warm

That you forgot what

Life was like without a winter.

All is touched

by the grace

And warmth of the sun's rays.

And all the objects

that are captivated

Cast a shadow

on the adjacent side.

The people crawl out

from under their rocks

And awake from

Winter's dreaded hibernation

And bathe in the sun's heat

And bask in its glory.

And the weight of the winter

Becomes lifted

And the grey clouds fade

And life is rejuvenated again.

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