My friend Katie’s blog seems like the best thing I can (re-) post to today. Gorgeous photographs and perfect sentiment for this time of change. Thanks Katie.
I push open the door to let a dog outside, and feel the cool humidity of a spring morning. The sunny days of the previous week hinted that we were really heading out of winter, but it’s not until this moment when I inhale the smell of condensed snow, wet bark, and the remnants of yesterday’s rain that I realize the scent of spring has infused itself into the air.
Yesterday, a flock of birds lifted from a tree and burst through the air, dipping and rising and propelling themselves in an arc through the sky. I stood still for a moment watching them before I got into my car to drive to work. Only one more week before I leave my seasonal job and stay on the farm instead, though watching the birds I feel a tug of freedom and wildness and want nothing more than to follow them…
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