Spring most certainly has not arrived just yet. But little signs are beginning to creep out of the woodwork. This moment of magic happened around mid-morning on a Sunday, Valentines Day. As I sleepily sipped on my morning coffee, aimlessly staring out the window, it was the shadow that first grabbed my attention. Next, the little bursts of pink that didn't seem to be there the day before. I was struck by the contrast of the dark winter shadow of a bare tree, against the warmth of pink petals peeking out of their protective buds.
I will be forever in awe of the stark audacity of nature in the depths of winter.