Spring
I woke up in the dark listening to the falling rain followed by a clear sky dawn.  Half an hour later hail pelted down which soon gave way to more rain.  Soon the grey clouds turned white, brilliant against the blue sky and I revelled in the warm sun trapped by our clean kitchen windows.  Now I shiver as the snow swirls only for all to be forgiven as the prodigal sun returns.  In short, a fitting first day to Spring; impetuous, impossible, impermanent, joyful, playful, beautiful, welcome Spring.

1 comment:

Doug said...

"Prodigal sun".... Nice!!