Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

It's Happened

It's happened.

(Maybe it was the daffodils beginning to unfold on the window ledge. Maybe it was the sinuous trails of incense smoke that curled and stretched in the bracing March breeze. Maybe it was the skin warming sun, streaming through the northern window. Maybe it was the music creeping out of this house through all the open windows and doors, magically capturing the essence of celebratory hopefulness that comes after a long dark winter of the soul.)

Standing in front of my daffodils peeling potatoes Spring arrived, and I silently cried in victory.