Like Knowing Snow Is Coming

I was out checking the fence line back in February, the kind of cold that gets through every layer you've got on no matter how many you're wearing. Stopped by the old oak to catch my breath and a feeling came over me that I wasn't alone out there, the good kind, nothing scary about it. Didn't see anything. Didn't hear anything either. Just knew, the same way you know snow's coming before the first flake hits the ground. Finished the fence, went inside, told my wife about it over supper. She just nodded and said that sounds about right, which from her is about as strong an endorsement as you're going to get.