A Good Day
Looking for signs of resurrection
Spring is for resurrection.
Buds bursting from bare twigs. Green stems curling up from beneath dead leaves. Birds returning from their winter migration. Frogs, glorious frogs, emerging from the frozen muck to trill a joyful song.
This is my favorite part about living in Minnesota. Each season distinct, cycling from one to the next in a dramatic performance. Winter is so dark for so long. Cold and lonely. But little by little, the light grows and the warmth does too. Sure enough, spring always comes again.