We are slowly awakening from hibernation, stirring from a deep, cold sleep. The frost has disappeared, replaced by explosions of color here and there. Cherry blossoms, daffodils, forsythia, weeds…showing off like children with a newly-learned trick.
Here we are, there we were. What is this thing called time that fades, pushes, drags, and makes us grateful and surprised at its progression.
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