It stays blue just a little bit later now; there’s just the tiniest bit more afternoon. It’s too early to notice it, but if you really force yourself to focus on how light changes, you can see that there is just that much more breath in the day. We have made it a little farther, past the center of the forest, a few steps closer to the edges where the light is waiting. Seasons are like love in that they allow us to feel we have achieved something without our actually having done anything. Everything is coming around again, each extra minute of light an unearned personal triumph.
wow, this is a sermon. thank you!