Buds on trees are fattening, looking pregnant with the possibility of spring.
Snow is still on the ground, coated with ice. Freezing, melting. All is in flux. Nothing stands still.
Cool, warm, freezing.
Sunny, rainy.
Windy, breezy, still.
Your breath flies away on the wind.
Your life flies away with each breath.
This is beautiful. A reminder to pay careful attention. How I spend my days is how I spend my life. Even more precise, how I send my breaths is how I spend my life.
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