Spring at the Door.
It is that time of the year when trees have bare branches, few leaves. But the number of leaves is slowly increasing, a few more every day. You look at a tree, and even if the number of leaves is scarce, you know that there are going to be more tomorrow.
This is also that time of the year when flowers are very shy. The yellows and reds attract attention, but the petals quietly fold themselves in to anonymity. Slow unfurling, a little every day, is a joy to observer. Albert Einstein once said:
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
Miracle is a loaded word. But even in ocean blues, barren trees, unfurled petals, life has a miraculous beauty — the beauty of hope and dream.
There is a wonderful sense of joy in looking at a shy flower whose petals will unfurl tomorrow. In trees that will turn green. In seasons that will change. In winds that shall blow. Even in the patterns of a cloud, and the waves of the sea.