Almost but not quite

It would feel warm if it weren't for the wind. Last night I set out on my bike, wearing not enough layers to protect me from the punchy breeze. After a few blocks of spinning wheels my body temperature started to rise, making me believe it was already Spring. It is almost Spring, but not quite. Still, I can feel it try when the sun peaks out behind the shade of clouds, and when the man on the corner winks at me or not me but the woman behind me. I keep riding by the same homes, the same families. The kids are growing up. The cars get big. The cars get small. I see my summer cat investigating the freshly thawed ground with two swipes of his left paw. He sees me and flies. I am flashing light, a twinkle in the moon's eye, until after a few more hours when it too decides to hide.