April is dipping into the pastel paints that layer the sky at dusk.

A Cornucopia of green has exploded in the most peaceful way.

I look to the mountain peaks as if I could peer over them, but the newly arrived spring sunshine sits me down like an unexpected kiss on the cheek.

I can count out the lessons I have left to teach. That does it’s own work to wipe the glaze of winter from my eyes.

Lighter in heart and heavier in soul. I can hear the easy joy flow past as I revel in the sweet reprieves gazing at flowers and the newly stretched bands of light cast down upon the island.

I sit in the narrow passage between before and after— holding this moment.

I have changed, I have changed, I have changed.

Yet the soul hasn’t strayed far.