Seasons

My first thought was the field of pink petals. Day by day, petals fall from the tree as green leaves grow from the blossom. I wonder for how long the petals will keep falling. There seem to be a million dots of pink in spring, from which there is a new perspective to see every day. Yesterday I saw a reflection. Today I saw growth.I hear birds walking among the bushes; grey tits flutter their wings as they move from branch to branch. I paused to look at one bird and then I saw several. With every moment that passed I noticed something new – the stoic position of a bird perched atop a branch, more birds around the one that caught my attention. The novel is on the periphery of the known. The birdsong makes me smile – the sound of the new season.Oddly, I started thinking of the prolonged period of cloudiness at the tail end of winter. I think winter came to mind because I have distance from it – today, I am with the weather to which I looked forward. I am not alone in being with winter in…