The giant maple hanging over my studio had been humming with bees for three days. This morning it’s colder inside my studio than out. So I propped my door open with a rock and put the screen in my window, letting the warm air in.
I found old deer bones in the pasture, an egg the size of a chicken’s in the woods and listened to tapping coming from inside a skinny pine.
Today spring is here in the way that makes me want to throw off my sweater and walk barefoot again. It’s the spring that makes me want to be outside, leaving everything behind for the freedom of the unknown.