You know that winter is fading when the fields lose their frost by mid-morning and the rivers are no longer crusted with ice. And then the airships return, floating quietly overhead, beacons marking the edges of hot weather to come.
The weather is getting warmer here in the northern hemisphere, and probably on other planets too. The bright days and deep red sunsets of Justin Oaksford's work are the perfect thing for the season.
A domed city's young garden.
This is the cabin where I want to go on writing vacations.