Spring has truly sprung.
It’s carrying winds of change,
A bittersweet ending,
something new slowly in the making.
Ascension Day and a day off today.
A walk by the sea,
the cutest ducklings making a beeline for their mummy.
Everything around erupting & bursting all at once,
yet I'm holding on to a softness.
I heard spring whisper in my ear:
“Somewhere between pushing and disenchantment,
toil and disillusion,
lies a place where things flow -
a path dotted with lightness.”