Morning
walks are more inviting than just a couple of weeks ago, and we look forward to
the sights and sounds and emotions that are a part of this time. Only
yesterday, it seems, did I feel the harshness of late winter’s sting, the bite
of the air against any exposed skin, the feeble sun, so low in the sky to
provide little warmth, or the silence of life still in slumber.
Winter
walks are made for introspection, for bundling up to draw our own fires within,
as the harsh austerity that surrounds reminds us of our frailties and
solitudes.
Spring
is our own time to seek renewal, to look once again at the hillside and see the
horizon through the still leafless trees. Soon the warmth of the sun will make
the vistas hide beneath a canopy of life and leaf anew, and we will be in
wonder of the growth and vibrancy. It is a time to look around for yourself and
feel the pulse of beginnings.
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