Thursday's (scant) snowfall is still melting. But today I found a witch hazel bush in full bloom, and spied some shoots of spring bulbs peeking above the soil.
In every season are hints of the season to come. If this were a book, we'd call it "foreshadowing."
the happiest scenes in books, we often plant a seed of disturbance, a
suggestion of trouble to come. In the darkest scenes, we make room for a
glimmer of hope. One thing we know: the change will always come.