End of March is a time in-between, or so it seems here in Québec. Winter is receding by a few inches of melted snow each day, and spring is in the air, but not quite obvious yet.
It seems as if nature was holding it’s breath, before the grand renewal.
But light is already playing out: it is raw, intense and free to dazzle everything it touches. Trees do not have leaves yet to filter it’s glare, and the last patches of snow reflect it brilliantly.
Everything else seems to be is in waiting, or in preparation, just about to explode in an unabashed rush of vitality in plants, animals and us too.
It is a moment in between, undefined, and poised before the great leap.