Though the calendar says it's January, days like today stir in me the hope for an early Spring. The woods are still; bare branches stretching upwards towards an azure sky, their leaves dormant beneath the bark. A songbird trills, its song piercing the stillness, its mate responding in kind from a nearby pine.
Wisteria vines, their blooms long since withered away and scattered like dried leaves on the wind, tangle and twist around the wrought iron fence, securing a hold against the fierce winds and bitter cold still to come.
And yet, mere feet away, a dandelion peeks out from among the shadows, basking in golden sunlight.
Though it's early afternoon, shadows fall long across the ground, striping the fallen leaves and dormant turf. A chill passes through me as the sun slips below the treeline, a reminder that winter's grip is firm.
The air stirs; a gentle breeze wafting across my cheek. A kiss from the Universe, thanking me for my appreciation of her abundant beauty and granting Her assurance that Spring's not far away.
*Photos taken by Kristine Raymond on the afternoon of January 8, 2020.
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