|Waiting for Spring, Alessandro Andreuccetti|
Bird-song wakes me up today: the sky is clear, sun-washed blue and the sunlight strong and honeyed. It streams down, tiger-striping my balcony with its warmth. The air smells of packages waiting to be opened, newness and surprises nested inside each other. Below, poking their heads above the dark, coarse earth, yellow-hearted purple and white and pink flowers bloom. Their names are still unknown to me but their colors are not. I drink it in all, the gray already relegated to a distant planet of memory.
The wait is over: spring, my friends, is here.
Waiting for Spring image courtesy Saatchi Online