By AE Brehm [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Yesterday, I noticed spring. There was nothing, but now scarlet tulips sit tight and upright on their emerald stems; lacy hyacinths wave in the strong spring wind; daffodils all smile at the same point in the distance. The grass isn’t brown. There aren’t leaves, not yet, but branches are dotted with the promise of leaves.
Some of the flowering trees have started, and the air itself has changed. It’s new.
There’s a reason spring cleaning is a thing. Nature seems to do it itself, pushing away the dead and dried to make way for the green. Rain scrubs the skies. It washes away the things left behind.
There is no tribute to new quite like spring. Winter has come and gone, and with it its cold and stillness. It isn’t still now.
It’s spring. And the world is new.
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