While some are ready to watch their land lay down under a sheet of snow, mine is stretching out under ever warming skies.
Spring reminds me of two things.
There is always a season coming after the cold.
Dead things may indeed be merely dormant.
Here's to fragility. Life that breaks and then rebuild. Seasons that turn. And Spring. May it always follow winter.
What about you? What does Spring remind you of? If you write, what season are you in?