Everything is ALIVE

This is not entirely news. Nonetheless, a world that a month ago was bare of brightness has now burst forth in an explosion of burgeoning.

Everything is vividly, almost obscenely, full of life: the trees are unfurling brilliant, tender young leaves; the branches throb with birdsong; the flowers are tipping the open cups of their petals up to the frantic touch of the ecstatic bees, who moan in nectar-drunk pleasure as they rub themselves into a pollen-dusted frenzy.

Now the spiders once more stretch their fine prismatic strands across the tips of hedges and between long stems, trapping the light in their stealthy geometries.

Now beetles and ants traverse the uneven surface of the earth, the sun brightening their carapaces until they glisten like moving beads of liquid, drops of quicksilver.

Now, finally, once again, the world seethes with millions of small motions that spin us dizzyingly through spring.

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