The last cool morning

Thought of my Aunty Val this morning, so I decided to go on a 'prayer walk'. She used to do these and be a warrior, I think, for those who didn't even know they were being fought for.:)
This may be the last cool morning before everything REALLY blooms.
The last cool, quiet morning, with only the sound of my sneakers hitting the pavement.
The last cool morning as some things fade, and some become new.
I am so anxious for the promise of spring, but I will miss this.