Almost Knew

I almost threw back the covers today,
almost opened the black-out curtains,
almost pitter-patted to the kitchen
to make a cup of strong tea,
almost opened the front door
to see if the air smelled like spring.
But then I didn’t.
I didn’t throw back the covers,
didn’t open the curtains,
or pitter-pat anywhere;
the kettle remained stone cold.
What does the air smell like?
I don’t know.
I almost knew—
but I didn’t.