and returning home tonight after a fifteen hour day it was all of the sudden in bloom.
full bloom. perfect and pink and full against the darkening sky--april and its promise of rain.
april and its gift of rain.
and trees in bloom.
i never understood spring until i moved to new york.
but i'm pretty sure if there is a meaning to this life, it has very much to do--everything to do--with the cycle of trees and how when spring arrives the leaves come back.
day by day, old joy comes back to me | noah & the whale