A brisk of winter days.
The wager of spring undone. Summer coming on. All the green velvet of everything, all the bird song. Nothing that's gone is lost forever; the world coughs up everything again, eventually.
Such leaps we make are great - from a day to eternity, from a speck to everything. That we make them is why we're human.
Animals do not deal with classes of things. Like me, they must encounter the thing itself, not the idea of it.
High humidity, high temperatures are promised for today. I'm sweating already, even in the breeze. The day's charms are still hidden; it's going to let me sweat my way to wisdom, which likely is the only way to get there anyway.
Learn to read the signs. Shadows can lead you to water, the wind may take you to farther wisdom.