first flowers of spring: leonardo momento zero fountain pen

There’s a crisp, biting air outside, but the sun shines. It is blinding a little, everything is too bright. Smoke rises from the chimneys, dissolving into the wind. An old record plays, people chat under your open window. It’s a slow morning, where nobody is rushing anywhere, even the cars seem to disappear. People walk and chat, kids run around. Life already feels a little better in spring after the long, groggy days of winter.