March always brings a sense of transition. Or clarifies it.
And then reminds me, really, that to reach for and hold an understanding of change is a growing need. Season reassures. The turn turn turn of it. How it splits open what we think we know. And fills it with possibility.
Spring hasn't sprung but it lies underneath the day.
Warm night rain has left only a thin carpet of slushy snow. The spirit has been lifted. The fever is high. After a few quiet days, words are welling up. Expect a flood then.
