I was fussing over the seedlings on the light shelves when I looked out the window.
Giant, giant snowflakes mixed with the rain. In the otherwise gray woods, a blush of red showed, indicating the trees were ready for blooming, leafing, growing. A distinctively Spring scene.
The melancholy melody on the stereo seemed eerily appropriate. Chills went through me.
This was the type of moment in which one must pause.
Be here. Be now.
If you look closely you can see the blush of red in the branches, signaling the return of sap in the spring. |
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