There's something dishonest about Spring.

There's something dishonest about Spring
Every other season is forthright and direct. Summer burns, winter chills, fall promises change that surely comes.

Spring is obscure and incomplete. Spring presents the dream of rebirth and change, but the result are old boughs showing new leaves, old bulbs re-flowering, streams waking to bubble through the same old banks.

What gets reborn? Nothing. Spring is the beginning of the same old cycle, nothing new, nothing changed.

Or is it? The obscurity of differentiation, the epoch-long process of evolution, makes it's changes in Spring. Those changes are too minute to be anything more than a hint, a wisp of vapor across the vast sky of life.

Change? Well yes, but no-one will really ever know.
--alx