One of my favorite times of the year is Spring.
Finally seeing the snow retreat and little shoots of green breaking through the soil. The song birds ending the silence of the winter days with their return from warmer climes. The night no longer silent and empty but filled with sound once more. When the presence of the sun during the day really means it is warm outside.
It is a time of year that gives hope that things can begin again and second chances can be had. The past winter doesn’t define the future.
There will be life and color again.