I stared a little too long at an almost impertinently violet tree today. It stared back with flippant confidence, daring me to reach that same shade of shocking purple.
These days I am constantly amazed at the life that is bursting forth from the earth. I was captivated by the trees by the outdoor track -- delicate light pink blossoms birthing deep red leaves, all over the tree, each one down the line the same. Nature blows my mind.
The little things make me glad to be alive. Like the music games I played with my violin student today (and the inside-joke Easter basket she gave me); like the promise of many church services and a bonfire this weekend; like lying on a couch late at night and laughing with my roommate.
It is good to be alive, it is good to be here.
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