There’s a saying here, “It’s only the sun that gives any warmth”, and it captures perfectly the insidiousness of spring. The light has returned, but as soon as you’re not in direct sunlight, it’s really cold.
You can be fooled into wearing a too-thin jacket, or leaving your hat at home. The saying exists, I think, to remind us that the sun is still weak, and even though it makes our evenings brighter, it does nothing for the chill of the purpling shadows as twilight falls.
I should have worn thicker mittens on my walk, but the cold light was worth freezing a little for. There were none of the coppery shades tonight, but these soft, wispy pinks and lilacs that gave everything an aura of calm.