Project 365 - Ephemeral

There are fleeting moments of great beauty that come in spring.  Moments of blue and green and pink.  They rise from the brown and gray, reaching for warmer, longer days.

And as these moments come, so they go. Ephemeral, fleeting. Quietly, they wither and return to warmer ground.  And there they sleep.  A breath of life.  A whisper laid fresh for another time.