...Aaand it's snowing. Yup, the wonderful fated Spring has shown it's true colours: the inevitable hodge-podge, the smorgasbord, the conflation - of winter and summer. So, does that mean to say Spring doesn't have a personality of it's own, a face of it's own? Of course not! Spring is unique unto itself. The tender kindling of hope, inspiration and revitalization, all encompassed within the subtleties that induce it within. The burgeoning of craving, of longing, of wist and yen. For that which is right there, and yet is not. The blossoming, the creeping green, for when you look again you realize it's there. Underneath the crystalline ice, glistening upon the earth where it's falling, there peeking out is the bright vivid green that sets the kindling of hope aflame, that inner acknowledgement and recognition of what is to be. And though it's gray, and though it be cold, there the heart rests serenely, in hope, in peace.
