The Whisper of Spring (A hopeful but controlled statement.)

There is something in the air.

Not just warmth.

Promise.

The ground smells different.

The light lingers longer.

The birds are louder. Slightly chaotic, but optimistic.

I feel it in my coat.

Change again.

But not threatening change.

Forward change.

The goat attempted to predict pollen levels.

I ignored him.

Official Statement:
“Seasons shift. So do we.”

Respect. The. Hair.