My friend, winter's over. Wake up, it's spring. Spring arrived this morning. While you slept, the greens came up – the shoots budded up – the music revived – the sun rose – the mists cleared.
Wake up. Harsh has been the winter. The cold chill killed everything that needed to go.
It is a new day, wake up. Be hopeful. September is beautiful. You're new.
Your disappointments lie dead at your doorstep. They took a while to die, but they eventually got invaded by the freezing winds from last night. Your broken hopes that lied cluttered at your porch have been cleared out, like broken pottery – I threw them into the lake beyond your house. Your wet blankets I have hung out on the backyard in the new spring sun to dry.
Hum a tune, be awake, listen to the silence of spring, listen to the new world purring in the warmth.
Awake, my friend, spring is here.
Ben Ning, Creative Practitioner