March172009
The snow is melting and I smell spring…
Transitions are mysteriously beautiful. When the leaves on a tree are set ablaze before blanketing the forest floor, or when that flake of snow gently kisses the ground for another first time. The moment when the bud unfolds its petals and releases its fragrance. Where night meets dawn and dusk meets night. There is something potent in those briefly passing moments.
Tags: /transitions /winter /spring
