It might be Spring?

I went for a walk this morning. The torrential rain is keeping the pollen count down.  The clouds were low on the mountain--the air so saturated that it beaded on my face.  It was like the wind was trying to hold my hand--playfully filling the relaxed palms of my hands, buffeting my hair from my neck.  More like swimming than walking. I could smell lilacs. Oh what a smell.

I have been helping a doctor friend of mine to write press releases and articles for a book. He does not write. He thinks. My job is to translate that. Sometimes it goes well sometimes it doesn't. But I got a chapter done of my WIP. It is about Paganini and French Fries. Once I get it presentable I will post it.