It can be the cruelest..and the kindest all at once.
When it's cold..when it's grey..when it's snowing (as it so often does) - it's winter everlasting. And then..when it's not. When the sun shines. When it's still too cold to feel like real spring..but that spring it surely is. Out of nowhere and peeking out of nothing..there's this.
Renewal and rebirth.
A few blades of greening grass. The sweetest of flowers lifting their reluctant heads up and into the late afternoon sun.
A gentle reminder that - at last - March is almost done.