Step outside. Look up. The trees are still bare, the branches unchanged. Not quite. The tree tops are swelling at their tips. Getting ready.
A child, looking out the window at a snow sky is getting ready too.
A runner at the starting line of the New York Marathon: on her mark.
A crocus pushing up through the earth.
A first kiss.
A child, placing a plate of cookies beside an empty stocking on Christmas Eve.
A roast turkey, just pulled from the oven.
Anticipation of something good to come. This, in itself, is a gift.
What promise does the closed bud hold for you?
It was a punishing winter. Happy spring!