I must have blinked. It feels like I got on a plane back in early March and it was snowing sideways, and this morning there was a beautiful tree outside my window in it's white blossomy robe. When did this happen? Where did winter go?
Last year I felt I was starting to thaw out at about this time. This year feels just as significant, and even more so, yet I can't figure out the word that goes with it.
I have much to say, much to praise, much to mourn.
But not today.
Today I soak.