Can you smell it hun? Fresh air and snow. If you really pay attention you can smell spring. As I am walking this crunchy path, savoring the presence around us I see my friends watching us. There in the trees in the distance. My heart warms as her gaze falls on me. What an honour to be shown her light.

Silent watchers breathing our presence.

Being, minding,

Holding our spirit in kinship.

Spring is in the ether,

In the spirit of the marsh,

In the Angels of the air.

Such a joy

A delight!

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