The rush for the light. Isn’t that what we all wait for? When May comes, after so very long last, it arrives in not bundles, but the canopies of the tree leaf. Green beautiful tree leaf, the domed “Grand Palais” of summer, Nature’s own parasol, brolly and even a light Spring showerhead all rolled into one.
Out of bare and dull branches, the air of Winter’s floating nothingness gradually found its destiny. Only after first blossom, May defines its role with a sudden, almost overwhelming abundance of verdancy. No longer wondering where to go, what to cling to, where to escape from, all airspace becomes busy. Nothing is not nothing for very long.
© 2015 La Floralie