I can hear it now..
That soft slow wind sliding through the branches.
I see it...
The spots of bright green blooms on the trees, leaves not ready yet..but almost.
I feel it...
Wet, muddy, earth.
The slinky feeling between your toes, when you walk barefoot Saturday morning...
Before Church...
That spring smell. That winter mix. That transitional period where one wants to begin and the other wants to end.
A large circle, always changing, always turning.
I close my eyes and go there in my dreams.
Sweet sleep. Take me to New England Spring.
