what is it about the brighter softer light, the warm air, the tiny golden-green leaves that changes everything?
somehow, i'm less tired in the morning.
and then there are lilacs. huge pale purple clouds of transporting scent. those dusty, heart-shaped leaves. the promise of summer and lush watermelon-sweet just-cut grass.
suddenly, pavement-addicted urbanite that i am, i find myself longing for the countryside. i want to be lying in a hammock listening to birds in the shade of a big gnarled oak.
it's spring and i am taking the time to remember that i am not a perfect bunch of flowers myself.
but i am so lucky to be here.