Awakening

Under the brightness of an unbearably blue sky, against the ebb and flow of time, I sit enjoying a cup of coffee on my front porch. I know I should be getting more done, but I have succumbed to the temptation of the first whisper of spring.

Earlier,  I braved the woods with their slick paths of melting ice, my dogs dancing in the liquid sunshine. Although the Land still sleeps, I can feel the seeds of dreams begining to stir as the Light returns.

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