March 28, 2005
Besides the change in the light and the healing warmth from the sun that I can feel in my bones, we've also gotten some torrential rain in the past few days. It's the kind that soaks you to the skin in less than a minute, should you lack an umbrella. Even then you don't remain dry when the wind blows the rain every which way.
The thing that surprises me, although it shouldn't, is how you can wake up one morning and suddenly everything's green and beginning to bloom. I love the new spring green of the baby leaves that start growing again on tree branches; I love that contrast of the tender, delicate silky-smooth green with the dark, rough, wet brown of the bark. That's my favorite bit, I think. Even though it's raining today, that just makes the green pop out and makes you notice it more.
My spider plant seems to be willing to recover, despite my lack of attention. I set it out to soak up the rain last night. I'll have to start over with the ivy.
Trying to think about life, about rebirth and renewal, even as I'm reminded once more how suddenly it all can end.