I Can Feel It

The days are getting longer.

It is not yet 7:00 a.m. and the sun is spreading light and warmth.

Birds are chirping outside my window. A cacophony of sound urging me to rise and be productive.

I can feel it.  Shimmering.  All around, waiting for the opportunity to burst forth in song.

Yes, even in this place of perpetual summer I can feel it.

Spring.

It's just around the corner.

Waiting.  Bags stuffed full of colorful tulips and fragrant lilac blossoms, budding trees and the bright greens of new growth.



Biding time.  Patiently waiting

For just the right moment to arrive.