Today, with the temperature a balmy 60 and the wind gently blowing, I rolled in the earth, I nibbled at the emerging catnip. My spirit soared at what I saw.
The daffodils and tulips are punching through the soil. A lone golden crocus blooms over Rascal's grave. Two white primroses have unfolded. The birds are a united twitter.
Though nature's pallet remains mostly hues of brown, green and a faded sky blue, earth slowly is squeezing out her remaining colors. No matter, I am all the colors of the rainbow today. The colors of life flow in my veins. For now, that will suffice.