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For a brief moment every spring 4-12-2021 |
The Greening In the hush of first dawning when the spectrum changes from black and white to muted color there is just the merest hint. As the sun clears the horizon, as the world brightens to a new day, then, then can you see if you but look. A blush of green, a tinge as the greening takes its first swallows of spring: only lasts a day. If that. It is over in a moment for once the leaves swell forth and the unfurling occurs, it is over for another year. But for that briefest space of time across the forests, local roads, neighborhoods, and yards are colored by the promised tinge. It is in that fleeting moment the green tinge becomes the greening, when hope is renewed and we are shown that life, does indeed, go on. |