Spring me forward

What I didn’t understand
when I first woke up
was that by nearly 7 o’clock
I would be running hard on
the treadmill, peering out
onto a translucent blue sky
peppered with puffy clouds
 
Blue sky
Not black! Not black
like the winter sky, trapping
everyone in tarps by a
measly 5 o’clock.
 
That dusty blue sky, and
a peculiar gent sitting
right outside, braiding
some long, purple grass
to sell as a rose at the
gas station.
 
People do not enjoy
crafts outdoors in
the winter. This
was a spring night.
 
A gentle reminder
of happier times,
when the outdoors
is kind.
 
Okay, please.
 
Spring
me forward.
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