Spring equinox.
Winter is officially over.
The sun streams down on the start of the new season as if to say "new life can begin."
A lot of the trees are budding or sporting blossom or young leaves. They didn't wait. They wanted to tease spring forward, force the year to their wills as though they could speed up time with their actions. There is a stark beauty to denuded trees but nothing beats the fresh, new growth of spring. The vibrancy is over-exaggerated after months of the drabness of winter, everything seems so much more vital than perhaps it ought.
You won't get any complaints from me.
