1. The first sign of spring we saw on our south bound road trip was in Statesville, North Carolina, when we had to detour off Interstate 77 for an accident and drove by a house with a front yard full of purple crocuses.
2. We were driving slow enough at that point that I rolled the truck window down and snapped a picture of it and the fountain in the middle of the lake next to it.
3. By the time I spotted the next sign, a first-sighting of a pink house, I had become aware that the truck windows were down and I wasn’t cold, a big change from the frigid temperatures we left behind in the Virginia Mountains.
4. The sky looked like a gallery of hanging clouds, or a school of great whites in a sea of watercolor blue. The black truck in front of us had a license plate that read “Summer,” as if it was a guarantee that by tomorrow the weather would be even warmer.