Arabesque

There's something about this spring palette that I love. It's less and it's more. It carries with it all the gentle remains of winter with only the slightest hints of spring.

The waters are melting. The geese are returning. The natural balance of change is slowly being restored.

She winked at me. She waved. She did a quick pirouette and followed it by her deepest and most sincerest bow.  She went up en pointe and down into a full plie'. She circled round and danced. And - to close it off - she outstretched her leg and leaned forwards into her most elegant arabesque.

There's something about all of this season that is so much more than less.