Every minute is another miracle.
It was a sludgy somber deluge when I started out to meet a friend this morning. It was cold. There was mud and deep puddles everywhere. In fact, just before I walked out the door, the radio announcer had just finished saying how it was rather a poor excuse for a first day of spring.
We huddled over a coffee and forged ahead with our plan for a walk along the seawall. And as we walked and flung our arms about in glorious conversation, something shifted.
The wind started to break up the clouds and a little bit of blue showed up over the Planetarium. We walked a little further before we realized it had stopped raining and then we watched big holes ripping apart the clouds to reveal a sky bowl of the clearest blue.
The wind picked up, the waves sported blinding white edges in between fractals of shine and glimmer, the mosses were exuding chloryphyllic wonderment, the wet grasses started rippling and waving in their own glistening emerald dance and everywhere, everywhere, everywhere (!) we looked life was bursting and exploding open.
My heart felt like it might explode with the expansion required to take it all in. New life springing from the winter dormancy, a conversation from the heart, love, greens and blues and bright Kodachrome colours, whipping winds and vitality on a cracking clean morning. Life was overflowing and overglowing from every angle.
Perfection.
What better first day of spring could there possibly be?
Colleen, did you say “the mosses were exuding chloryphyllic wonderment”??
That is the most wonderful phrase that I might have to borrow it! I could feel spring in your writing.
Jana, I guess I really did use ‘exuding chloryphyllic wonderment’…I just looked again, and yes, it appears that I did indeed.
These things happen 🙂
My husband often looks at me and shakes his head when I make up my latest word.
I’m glad you enjoyed it. I was so excited when I wrote that. I’m glad it came through.
How beautiful you said it and how lucky you were witnessing the 1st day of Spring walking by the sea. When nature comes back to life it is an explosion of colours and it brings joy to your heart. In England however it is still grey but the daffodils are out.
Hey Catherine…right after I finished writing that blog post, the clouds blew back in and it got dark and once again, did a major monsoon! However, this morning, it’s blue skies and softly rippling waters again. It’s all so changeable. I’ve been in England in spring and I think those daffodils pop out even brighter against the dark ancient stone walls and slate skies. I love England in Springtime!