Seasons: Spring

Outside, the world is still mostly brown and grey, but look closer. The tips of branches are swollen with tiny fists of green. Crocus blades push through the half-frozen soil like needles through cloth. A single purple bloom, brave and reckless, cups a droplet of last night's rain.

This is spring. Not summer's riot, but the hinge between cold and warmth. The season of almost. Almost warm. Almost green. Almost there. seasons spring

And you, standing in your thin shirt, squinting at the sun—you are almost yourself again, too. Outside, the world is still mostly brown and