Today I woke up in time to hear the roll of thunder and, later, bird song. I almost expected to see spring arrived when I raised the blinds. We’re not there yet, but the spring sounds give me hope, as does the small respite of warm weather we’re experiencing. Then, too, there’s been sunlight–the kind that shows it is gaining strength not only by its brightness but also by providing physical warmth where its beams rest.
I especially like taking in the play of sunlight on the gathered-back curtain in the kitchen window. In this view, the swoop of the fabric brings to mind the open windows of spring time, when the incoming breeze catches curtains, billowing them out like sails.
Spring’s not a beautiful myth, born of daydreams, right?