All Becomes Clear

Image: @dulceylima

We welcome the expansive season. A time of clarity: the light glows, sparkles, laughs. The scenery gurgles and chirps, green tendrils pushing toward the sun. Everywhere, delicate transparency captures the crystalline glow, cradling it softer than a torch.

Blossoms swell, petals rain. The grey, austere landscape becomes catkin soft. Green — both electric and pillowy — is everywhere. How can it be that all this life, all this awakening, all this rush feels so gentle?

The days are fuller. Projects abound. The dawn brings puttering with seedlings that awakened overnight; dusk settles with a contemplative evening stroll, lulled by birdsong.

In the warm, still air, gnat clouds form miniature weather systems; in the cool, muddy earth, centipedes and roly-polies muck about like a festival.

This is the season where all becomes clear.