My skin breathed
in the sunlight
as it retired
toward the trees
My ears drank in
the gurgling
of the spring melt
reprise
hypnotized
mesmerized
energized
by the vernal mise en scène

In Maine we often flit between winter to mud season in early spring. While the ground is still frozen but the angle of the sun offers some warmth, I like to walk in the woods and along the fields where icy streams begin to thaw. The gurgles, babbles, and trickles of that melting snow is so captivating. Today my walk was incredibly peaceful and private contrasted with the marching I participated in over the weekend.
Life is balance.
Warm and cool, ruckus and silent, busy and calm, yin and yang.