there is a tree i pass every day on my way to and from
work. this tree marks the seasons and changes colors.
this tree is my favorite tree. and it's particularly beautiful
in the spring.
this tree is my dream tree.
this spring i'm finding it quite difficult to hold onto
my dreams, but i'm trying to keep my grip firm.
while showing its pale pink, lacy beauty, the tree
reminded me that many good things last only for
a season, a short time before a transformation
to something different, greener, more subtle and
appropriate for the next season. and maybe that's
me. maybe this is just a season of change before
my true spring. a truly beautiful reminder that next
year spring will return as expected and as dreamed.