A cold and misty rain falling.
Wet…messy…colorless.
Brown.

Expecting nothing - I looked to the trees.
For something.
For anything.
For signs of change….for hints of spring..for hope on a distant horizon.

The news…the world….the landscape.
In this moment - it’s feeling all the same.

Here in Vermont - it’s mud season.
Suspended in time between winter white and green of summer.

What a surprise it was to discover this palette of color.
And I wondered.
What if we all stopped - just for one breath - to look and to see and to savor.