There Was This

This elusive quest for balance. For simplicity. For ease. For grace.

How is it possible to fill empty space with color? How is it possible to fill quiet with words? How do I describe this feeling of biting cold and endless winter?

This elusive quest for warmth. For sunshine. For hope that spring will soon arrive. Here.

This morning.

There was nothing. There was everything. There were blue skies and the unexpected sound of birds singing. And - there was this.

Making space for dreaming. Making space for magic.