I love Spring.
I love the feeling before the chill has warmed from the world and the forest has an air of restlessness lingering over it eager to emerge after Winters long slumber.
The trees are caught somewhere between beginning to bud and bursting dramatically into being.
Such promise lays in that pause between the breaths, such possibility in that deep inhale of nature.
In that silent moment, before the symphony breaks free from the soil, it whispers its assurance to the sky:
There is no need to hurry and there is no need to panic.
Every leaf and stem, every blossom and bloom will come forth at exactly the right time.
There is no need to worry, everything unfolds in the perfect moment.
Deep in this stirring breath of the Earth, all has yet to unfold.