March comes in like a lion. A month of struggles. The sun struggles to shine through the inky clouds. The wind struggles to whisk winter away. The trees struggle to make their branches bud. The crocuses struggle to push through the cold earth and last year’s leaves. The soul struggles to wipe away the stale dust of winter.
March goes out like a lamb. A month of beauty. The sun shines warm through the open window. The soft rain brings shades of green back into the land. The daffodils bob their yellow heads in greeting. The body shakes off the layers of thread. The heart stretches wide in anticipation.
March. A month of extremes. A month of beginnings. A month of opportunity. A month of hope.
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