Blog-azic

While on the drive up north to Athens (to meet with our wedding vendors), Susan and I watched the bare trees fly past us on the highway. We could see a faint red glow brushed over-top the grey and brown branches, not unlike dawn when the Sun's rays strike the underside of grey clouds tingeing them red, then orange,  and finally yellow as the angle of incidence loses its obliqueness. On the drive back home, I detected distinct oranges in the buds. I suppose that spring is dawning.

By rushing water, by water rushing, The pup and I remembered something. He the fun of rivers running. Me that spring is surely coming.