It starts with a single drop of water, clinging to an icicle before it loses its grip and plumets downward. As it gets warmer and more drops fall like rain under clear skies it quickly becomes a torrential downpour. Waves of snowmelt wash down from the tops of the mountains into lakes and reservoirs, gifting us the next season's water, and revealing the green new growth underneath. Spring has never been my favorite season (I like the cold weather best), but it has been steadily growing on me as I get older. It's a time of new beginnings and dreams of how we've changed and how we will change, and it's a breath of fresh air after the dull and dreary winter months.
I'm getting ready to move and it seems a fitting time, given all the change that comes with uprooting yourself and settling somewhere new. Often it feels incredibly scary and overwhelming, but other times I can barely contain my excitement. All of these are ideas I tried to incorporate while making this.
