The gentle, diffuse light of early dawn gives way to the first bright rays of the day, which provide actual warmth. Water evaporates in slow waves in this light, waves that eddy in the soft breeze and run upward to white-puffed clouds and white ships in the blue above. As if these golden rays are their conductor's wand, and together they are the melody that calls forth the spring, the opera from the trees becomes even more strong.
Here we have wildflowers sprouting from the ground, which appear to the untrained eye to be weeds until they blossom. Who cares about their tangled stems, which twist in the ecstasy of new life until they don vibrant colors fit for a festival diva? Then there are the butterflies and bees in the air, a community of colors that grows more friendly every day.
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