These mornings, when I drive to work, the quality of light seems different. The clouds are luminous, transparent, many shades of purple.
I look upward in wonder, and try to pay attention to the road – all at the same time.
The sun has been shining for two days in a row.
I feel like a hibernating animal slowly stirring in response to the renewal around me. Every chance I get, I want to go outside.
The wind is bitter in the open, but if you find a sunny, sheltered spot, and lift your face to the sun, you realize that these are days of promise.
We still have lots of snow, but melted rivulets are flowing in all directions and it is not easy making one’s way around. The temperatures are low so one never knows if there is thin ice forming over the melted puddles. I am trying to take carful and measured steps.
But often, I forget to heed caution. I want to run. I often slip, a few times I fell. But it is a price worth paying.
It is still too early for flowers but trees are starting to show early buds. And the birds, they are nothing if not delirious. I hear them in the early mornings and I am happy.
My friends have surprised me with bouquets of spring flowers. Jelena brought me fragrant pink hyacinths, and Cathy a bunch of orange and yellow tulips.
Thank you, sweet harbingers!