First Heat

Spring started yesterday. False spring.

In Nevada, Spring is not defined by two dates on the calendar. It starts with the heat.

Something has infiltrated the cold; the cold is still there, but it has retreated to the pink ends of my nose and ears.

Impenetrable heat; the sun's pure rays on my back, which leave me with the lazy, energetic spring feel.

I am back, the heat says, have you forgotten me?