Flaw Salad

April stirs. A quiet warmth breathes energy softly in us. Outside our sturdy winter walls, trees bear bashful, hopeful buds. They reach toward the coming warmth, feel its power, trust its certainty. Life moves on the trees, in the air, along the thawing ground. Sleepers crawl drowsily from hiding. We share their readiness to scurry,… — read more