We’re at Thursday already, on this day with a patchy sky, and I didn’t sleep well last night. My thought speed is showing it.
Still it’s a February day where Spring is no longer unimaginable, where all of outside looks ready for something else to happen.
Something new and bright and full of fresh energy; something that will send tiny birds flitting into the air in their first attempts at solo flights; something that will gently warm the omnipresent chill until, without noticing, there is no chill at all.
Every year, it seems impossible until it happens.
That rhythm of the seasons, the change that never changes, the renewal of possibility is too much for even nature to resist.
So let’s not resist it, let’s notice it, let’s savor it in every tiny detail we can find. Winter will end and Spring will arrive, whatever the days that came before it.
Have a great Thursday.
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