After the long, cold night that is Winter ends, Spring, reminiscent of dawn in its freshness, comes. Jubilant in it’s arrival and sprouting gloriously from the cracks in the earth, Spring comes.
And suddenly, there are so many little signs of beauty everywhere; the green stalks of grass struggling to hold up, the red blush of rhubarb, the faint, earthy tang in the air. The way the afternoon sun simultaneously heats and cools and how the light is longer and brighter.
There is beauty everywhere. In this season, in this life.
It is ubiquitous, ever-present, and always breath-taking.
And all we need to do is notice it.
in spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt – margaret atwood