There is something about the light of February – its intensity and crispness – that speaks of what’s to come. When the brightness is combined with a deep blue sky, it only heightens the sense of possibility. And eating a fresh apple, one that has been stored well over the winter and come through from the other side of the year with taste and texture intact, is remarkable. This crispy apple – a Honeycrisp, I think – is perfect in its sweet-tart balance, and sharp as a tack.
I’ve noticed in the last few days that change in the quality of light that promises spring. You describe it perfectly.