-I collected feathers at the ocean the other day to remind me of what has been SHED.
-What has been GAINED.
The breeze blows the warm sort of breeze that makes me think of childhood tree climbing.
Of books read under cloudy skies.
Of walking for hours, the sky turning from daylight to dusk.
Everything that was dead or dormant, is now bursting forth with life.
The cycle is beginning again.
Everything is in birth mode.
The barren trees baring leaves.
The empty nests full of eggs.
The fresh start.
Everything is high.