New Born Nature

Beauty comes to those who wait.
Is that a saying or did I just make it one?
It is true.
This first winter in Boston was rough. It has nothing to do with snow, or the lack thereof but more to do with the deadness of everything. Light is blue, the air is cold. Trees are bare, green is brown life is dead. So why am I still alive?
I never feel right in the winter. When I look at my view I see a sort of reflection in the landscapes condition and my human condition.
In the winter when Arnold is trodden and tired I see my own darkness in the low hanging sun and gusting winds.
Now in the spring. I am spring. No really my name translates to springtime in Turkish and some other languages. Arnold can hardly hold back his love for spring. Every day blossoms, buds, leaves,s birds, snakes, critters, streams, ponds, life life life.
Arnold going through puberty is an intense experience. The colors become more saturated everyday, the shape of trees fill out with buds creating unbelievably intricate textures and forms.
The spring in Boston looks to be fantastic and I know summer will be so pleasant.
It's all the sweeter because we waited.