My God. The trees at Lincoln Center are budding. And it's early February.
Normally the appearance of new buds is a happy herald of the coming spring. Now it just makes me paranoid about global warming and worried the trees will be thrown even more out of whack as it gets colder again.
Still, seeing the new growth gave me a momentary, instinctive surge of joy. Maybe everything will be alright, in the end.
I feel I am trying to change and begin new growth, as well. I'm afraid and unsure of the outcome. Only time will tell.
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