Mid-Winter Saturday

Spring is attempting to push winter away, colliding into the season with full force. Winter presses forward with a biting wind, remnants of a midnight snow fall the night before. But spring's sun and warm 48-degree weather fights, fights to come through too early. It continues, only seconds left before the door closes behind me. I find out later, as I return across the damp, sunshine-lit March afternoon grass, that winter has won. The wind swirls my tangled red hair round, round, in front of my face. Getting stuck to my lipgloss. My sweater and flannel pajama pants were not enough, I think to myself, bursting back through the door. All this arguing, caught in the middle for the sake of bringing to my boyfriend's house breakfast--a box of Cocoa Puffs, Folgers coffee and my laptop, to do some homework.