Looking up, sunlight streams through the needles of the tree as I inhale the sharp, piney smell of the warmed sap. Dust particles dance through the light–the only movement in the stillness of the late afternoon.
Long, flowing limbs covered in buds of yellow. The forsythia bush grew underneath the windows. Silent guardians of winter. Bright golden trumpeters of spring. Stinging reminders not to break the rules of the […]