I want to stop and admire them, but between Sugar's impatience and the biting cold wind, I resist the tempatation. They are the first signs of spring to fully open, to unreservedly admit that spring is here.
The mere sight of such encouragement makes my heart soar. Soon it will be warm. Soon it will be green. Soon the birds that are singing will not sound jarring against the gray skies and naked branches.
Just 2 little blossoms. And a world of hope.
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