just a bit more so than yesterday, a hint where there was none of note before - our sense of green grows within the coming season. Everything is about to offer itself in new shades of wonder, a deepening sense of life given to bloom. We had a winter to prepare, seemingly dormant ground resting for this time to come. Yet a season itself is never a separate thing, never static, there is always life in its motion of becoming. So spring, than, this sense of green we're now offered - is the grace of parting winter, one thing in time of a new display. We too are in this motion, life, and it's our season to become.
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Peace,
Eric
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