Living in the Four Seasons: Spring
What is this new joy that surprises my days, as fresh as the grass and as precious as a new born calf?
What is this wanderlust that makes me want to hit the road and drive for days on impossibly bent roads through rolling hills, green as a dragon?
What is this new found fascination with bombastic blue jays, suddenly quiet and stealthy as a mouse, building their meticulous nest in the rhododendron beside the porch?
What is this private revelation of the twilight hour, that captures and holds me by the window, quietly bearing witness to the subtle change of pace with which darkness descends?
What is this sense of possibility, hope and new life, premised as it is on little more than nearly imperceptible changes–a flash of yellow in the garden, a slash of green on the ground, a hint of violet in the brush?
Could it be Spring?