Springtime explodes with colors. Winter’s cold, cutting winds, and lifeless grays – and our memories of them – are all but forgotten. The sky vibrates blue. Fields lushly shimmer in forty shades of green. Those greens backdrop radiant flowers which blossom in increasing variety and numbers. People’s faces glow with smiles, darkening tans and glistening sweat. Eyes dampen with joy over the rainbow that colors the world. Still, the brightest color is the pure, blinding white of a single flower that rests beside a headstone.
Springtime orchestrates a symphony of sound.