Reflections from a walk around the pond
Well the snow has melted, and all around me spring is waiting expectantly for its chance to burst fully into bloom. All around me the silence of winter has turned into an excited rustle of frogs and crickets, like that of an audience waiting for a show to start. The wind whooshes around my ears and I feel the hint of warm riding on its apparent chill. All around me nature whispers as if to say "join us Ryan. Join us in our journey to renewal." I am engulfed my its plea as my feet sink in to the muddy earth, the earth's juices seeping up between the fresh blades of grass. The trees are emotive, for their leaves are once more coming in to being. Their dry remains of winter are being jostled by the breeze and pushed away by the buds who come to claim their inheritance. The branches stretch toward the sky after being held hostage by the snow for so many months. Their bare frames that were once rachitic and gray against the white winter landscape, now look like thin brushstrok...