Surprising Spring

The morning light comes early today—not yet six thirty and yet I am enticed by the brightness to step outside while the kettle heats the water for my tea. The soft, moist air welcomes me as I briefly wave my arms to circulate my sleepy blood and rouse my hidden chi.   Being somewhat modest and mindful of the passing cars determined for work, I modestly hide myself around the side of the Temple so as not to be a wayward influence.

And there, there they are. The sheltered daffodils on the southern-facing slope are lustily poking their green selves skyward. They are too early, snow will certainly come to test their resolve, but for now I shake my head in admiration and go back inside to make my tea and begin this day.