With the coming of the vernal equinox, I stand on the precipice of change. Yet, even as we welcome the promises of springtime, I still find myself withone foot in the frosty embrace of winter, even as the other is poised to step into the budding cradle of spring. A muted gray sky bears witness to the final hallowed hours of the season we have come to know so intimately.This morning, the sun is a shy, flickering ember, peeking out from behind the clouds, as if to say a timid farewell to the icy landscapes that have long been its muse.
I venture forth, bundled in layers that have served as my loyal armor against the wintry onslaught. My breath, like a vaporous wraith, dances upon the frigid air, twirling and spinning in a delicate duet with the last vestiges of the cold.The ground beneath me crunches and crackles, its way of mourning the impending departure of its frozen blanket.
I peer into the slumbering woods, seeing that the forest’s denizens seem to sense the coming metamorphosis hovering on the horizon.Squirrels flick about their bushy tails with exuberance, chattering spiritedly in the branches above. A lone cardinal, resplendent in its fiery plumage, serenades the landscape with its melodious trills, a valiant herald of the impending shift.
As the ever-faithful harbingers of change, the northerly winds have softened their icy whispers into tender caresses, gently ruffling the furled buds that adorn the boughs of the trees. The rivers and streams surrounding our property, once crystalline chains of frozen beauty, begin to shed their icy shackles. The rushing waters, for months buried beneath layers of ice, now cascade with renewed vigor, as if eager to embrace the warmth of the world soon to be reborn.
The world teeters on the edge of a grand transformation, and I hope that I will be a part of this natural trend. These past few days, the final vestiges of winter’s frost-kissed grip are being pried away, leaving only fond memories of snow-laden evenings and crystalline mornings; too many of which I woke up more sad than I can explain for reasons unknown.With the coming of both a new week and season, I will awaken in a world that has shed its wintry cloak, revealing the vibrant hues of a fresh season.
As the sun set on the final day of winter, the air was still tinged with a lingering chill, breathing a sigh of farewell. Even the bitterest cold must yield to the promise of warmer days, an acknowledgment of the Time’s inevitable march. As the twilight fades into the abyss of night, I could find solace in knowing that when dawn breaks, we would welcome the herald of new beginnings, embraced by the warm, breezy arms of spring.