It’s warm outside—unseasonably so for March. A breeze blows in from the north, bringing with it a slight chill, as if to remind me that it is still Winter. Someone is using their barbeque; the instantly recognizable smell of lighter fluid floats on the wind.

An old set of ceramic heart-shaped windchimes clinks and clanks on my back porch, while a more musical sound can be heard from the deeper, more bell-like chimes stationed at my neighbor’s house. In the distance: cars, traffic. Closer: the iBook plays beautiful folk-rock.

I came outside to the back porch to work, but I got sidetracked. It’s beautiful out here tonight.

The wind is rising now, and it’s quickly getting colder. The slight breeze has turned into a gusty wind, whistling through the porch’s screen. Must go inside. But before I go, a few pictures: