Spring is coming. The atmosphere is like a layer cake: cool stacked on top of warm, on top of cold, on top of balmy, on top of bitter, its icing blue and white, soft and fragile. Breezes bring whispers of change – promises of rolling dark clouds and tumultuous April rains. The first tender blooms test the strength of the sun. And beneath the soil, fresh shoots of green grass wait. Spring is coming, but it is not here yet. It lingers within winter’s brown shadows, its breath held, winking at us, before it bathes the world in particolored splendor.
Wow! That was lovely! Can't wait for Spring to be here.
ReplyDeleteI get updates very late ... Beautiful words and images. I hope all is well with Riddick.
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