Spring afternoons

There are few things as pleasant as spring afternoons. I was sitting out in the front yard the latter part of the afternoon, working my way through None So Blind (and thoroughly enjoying the novella, “The Hemingway Hoax”, which I had never read before). The temperature was in the upper 70s with a pleasant breeze. I had a cold Corona by my side. And the delicious smell of barbecue permeated the air from the neighbors backyard next door. I had a late lunch this afternoon, but the smell of that barbecue made me ravenous!

The humidity hasn’t arrived in the D.C. area yet, which is nice. I also noticed that the fireflies have not yet arrived. It may still be too early. Perhaps when I am back from L.A.

I took a walk earlier this evening, but on a day such as today, one walk isn’t enough so I’m about to head out for my second walk.

For some reason, days like this seems impossible to imagine in the deepest of winter, which makes them all the more special when they arrive. It’s one of the reasons I don’t think I could ever go back to living on the West coast.

Published by Jamie Todd Rubin

Jamie Todd Rubin writes fiction and nonfiction for a variety of publications including Analog, Clarkesworld, The Daily Beast, 99U, Daily Science Fiction, Lightspeed, InterGalactic Medicine Show, and several anthologies. He was featured in Lifehacker’s How I Work series. He has been blogging since 2005. By day, he manages software projects and occasionally writes code. He lives in Falls Church, Virginia with his wife and three children. Find him on Twitter at @jamietr.