I'm not attempting to correct Shakespeare's sonnet Shall I Compare Thee in which he wrote "rough winds do shake the darling buds of May."
But I wanted to capture the changes and transitions that this season brings. I love spring. It's almost... magical. I love the word SPRING and how it sounds, and the images and phrases it evokes in my mind. Spring forward. Spring in my step. It's about everything fresh and new. It's about feeling a renewed sense of energy after being dormant (at least I was) for the past three months. I've been taking more walks outside, and each time I wonder, where was I all winter?
I am filled with the heady scent of spring.