Rejuvenation
I wanted to write about how the ducks are back. How I saw the tiniest rosebud, clenched in the freeze like a baby's fist, how it seized my eye with its glaring, exuberant crimson, how this spirited dash of blood-red looked against the paralyzed monochrome of wizened undergrowth and lifeless skies. How the black skeletal branches are spotted with little knotted buds that will unfurl into canopies. I wanted to write about how I keep waking up to goddamned birdsong. I wanted to write all that, but I decided that I could say it all in three words, so I will: Spring is here!
Also: Orange. Which came first, the colour or the fruit?