12 March 2012

the promise of spring

I woke up this morning to the smell of hyacinths and rain.

I opened my eyes this morning to see daffodils almost ready to burst forth.

And I thought: what beauty, such an almost scandalous level of beauty, to be in the midst of as I start my day.

How can a day go wrong when it starts with unblemished sweetness?

When it starts with the promise of spring?

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