After this long winter - I'd forgotten about the colors of spring. The soft reds....the pale greens....the warm golden glow of a longer day's light.
It's all changing.
At first - they appeared as mere distant white spots dotting the landscape.
At second - they were the formidable sound of their wings approaching.
Have you ever heard them?
Life force. Prana. The energy of power and strength and determined focus. They take my breath away.
I thought about the trees...and the landscape...and the changing color. I thought about the swans - here today and gone yesterday.
I wondered about this morning and where this finds me.
I listened to the sound of those beating wings. Almost meditative...calming...soothing. Like breathing. Like hearing.
Like feeling once and again for the first time.
And - the answers came.
I'm somewhere in a space that is no longer...and another that is not quite there yet.
That space in between.
The budding and blossoming trees...the swans in flight...and me.