Unseen spring

In her absence, winter transformed into spring. Back when he'd dropped her off at the airport, he'd walked home in a harsh, cold wind. Now, he can see from his office window how the poplars, bending as fresh blasts of wind hit them, bask in a bright sun, while large clouds race through the sky. Nature is wide awake.
But it's pointless to try to tell her about this over the phone. There are too many practicalites to communicate.
He'll just have to hope that things will be as vivid when she returns, and that they will find time then.