Grove Balcony

There’s something about spring when it’s just warm enough, and the sky is grey, but it's still bright enough and it feels like it’s going to rain, but you know it won’t, or maybe it will, but that’s later’s problem because right now everything is secure under a cloud and you’re safe in the breeze. 

There’s something about spring where the wind blows pollen everywhere and the leaves on the trees twinkle like their friends do on Christmas. There’s always a bell ringing. Maybe not right now and maybe not sometime later but you can have faith that no matter what the bell is going to ring. The windchimes will chatter around with or without you waiting for them, with or without anyone ready to listen. The wind doesn’t care about who feels it. It doesn’t care to hear the stories that lie between the ears it whistles through. It just moves. It touches the world with the same gentle loving caress that everyone’s skin longs for. The breeze comes to you soft and careful and reminds you what a perfect love feels like. Then it drifts away.