After all, sunshine, bright crisp air, steaming hot peppermint tea laced thick with honey, and exploring mysterious bogs are still advised, are they not?
We went to the bog to dream.
We knew glorious creatures hid under the spring half ice and green. Lurking in the water weeds just under the mosses.
Fae and feral things who cast visions sometimes shadow or light. But always true. We knew because we could feel them buzzing. And hear the pleasing sounds of water lapping on the wooden planks as they stirred and called out to us over the softening of winter’s retreat.
It was a wonder.
Will you stay in wonderment with us?