the cusp of spring.

my home

We have been waiting for the warmth of spring to burst open the buds that have ventured forth each day to test the air in hesitation.

This inland sea is still only 4 °C and the play of moisture heat and light still entices the coldest winds to barrel down on us from the north.

But contrary to most, I still understand the day begins with the morning, passes through the depths of night and moves towards it’s end in all encompassing warmth and light of a new day.

The days grow rapidly longer and unfold a little at a time.

cheers to all.

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