There's promise in the air. It's whispering to me. Teasing me as I peer through the window.
It's shooting out tendrils of new hope and calling my name.
The stark brown landscape is finding relief and sighs with impatience for more of the same.
Green leaves are shyly peaking out.
A pot shows off the brave chives it has sheltered from the winter cold.
Yes, the air is chilly, but the sun has boldly come out and the warm air can't be far behind.
Welcome back spring.