Just Before Spring

4 years ago

Just before spring, their winter silhouettes, defined- especially this evening against the gray March sky. With their sap rising, but not quite to their extremities- they are waking up, slowly shaking off winter’s chill. These fields haven’t changed much since I was a boy, wandering them with the family Beagle. Today, I was short on time – but I was caught up in taking pictures, the white oaks my favorite – their gnarled branches and ghost-gray bark – ancient, yet somehow ageless as if they could live forever. My numb fingers reminded me that I still had an hour’s drive home so I ran back at top speed- covered in frosty mud, alive and happy.

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