Does spring light puncture the fog and drizzle of our late April day in Lowell?
What remains of the light after it has soared from the sun 93,000,000 miles and 8 minutes away?
Spring light shimmers with golden potential on the myriad tiny drops of mist.
Spring light settles lazily on grass and flowers and trees.
Spring light softly glosses our faces without drenching them.
Spring light reminds us this is not a winter day; over the next several months we will no longer shiver.
Spring light projects us into the warmth of summer.
Green is the dominant color.
Altho fields of our hearts that with the dead have been, like the green blade rising, love is come again.
—Skip Schiel
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