That year Spring knew to arrive early. It knew in it’s heart that the humans needed it and soon.
They needed purples and blues. People were in desperate need of pinks, reds, yellows, oranges and greens.
The humans were depleted of each other and so had to return to the earth, her atmosphere and everything she encompasses.
Winter knew. Spring knew.
They sensed that we’d need to breath fresh, clean air. That we’d need bright colors breaking from the ground, signs of new life bringing hope.
Some say “It’s too early.”
I say it’s just in the knick of time.
I’m starting to think that we should listen to the 2020 off-kilter wisdom of the seasons.
Perhaps they’ve known all along.