Of Hyacinth and Hope

The weather is unseasonable.
It keeps going... but I keep waiting for winter...

The flowers are out. The breeze has that soft, sweet lift… it’s warm…

This morning, Sweet teacher had us hang our head back – and where our hands usually push our pose further, today, she had us take hold of our necks

and massage them.

Let go of all the tension. Relax your shoulders. Feel all the stoicism you needed to steel yourself with to make it through the winter…

and let go.

Is it really that time?

Is it really time for boughs and limbs to lift, to light?

For hyacinth?

For growth?