There's something about the first hints of spring. Reminders that winter does not last forever. Life sprouting from the seemingly empty and barren. Potential in its purest form - a promise of beginnings. Of a whole new season lying ahead, holding life and hope within it.
This morning, I heard spring. I was placing a book on a shelf and heard the cheep of sparrows. At the same time, a shaft of sunlight touched my cheek. I don't what it was - the timbre of the sound, the softness of the air, but I felt a thrill of recognition. Birds sing … Continue reading a hint of the coming season