Author: TDB

The Longer Light. . . This morning felt different. Not dramatically. Not in some cinematic,...

Growing. . . I walked past a tree today that I swear was bare last week, now it’s full of leaves...

Transition Time. . . There’s a sound to this time of year. It’s subtle at first. A few birds...

The Shift. . . Spring has a quiet confidence. It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t force. It just becomes...

In Transition. . . There’s this in-between time that I love. Not quite spring and not quite...