Morning Conversation
"Spring! Spring is here," she said . . . well, shouted . . . almost proclaimed. Yes, she proclaimed that spring had arrived, intimating and positively stating that it was a good thing, an "at last, here we are, it's spring!" "' A light exists in spring ,'" she said, slightly louder, with renewed emphasis. Still no response. "Emily Dickinson," she said. "' A light exists in spring/not present on the year at any other period/when March is scarcely here .'" "It's April," he said, (inadvertently letting her know he was listening.) "Yes!" she said. "' It is an April morning fresh and clear . . .' Wordsworth." "And the US will start refunding tariffs. $166 billion," he said and ruffled the newspaper, indicating . . . ? the significance of what he was reading? "So, another good thing," she said. "Maybe spring made him do it....
