People and Places in passing

The sun is rising just a hair earlier everyday and staying out later at night. I’ve been awakened by the sun and put to bed with a bright moon the past few days. The hustle and bustle of plants waking up from a winter slumber, and people buzzing in the streets injects an energy into each spring day. The first warm days have graced over Detroit and the birds are back in town. Bluejays, cardinals, are back from their winter voyages, and the chickadees our friends through the long winter still chirp and frolic through the bushes and trees in my neighborhood.

I haven’t had the opportunity to welcome spring after a cold winter in a number of years. I haven’t had a Michigan winter in at least 3 years at least. Kelsey Season used to exist along a small stretch of the Florida panhandle. It was roughly from November to April and I spent it with some of my favorite little people and big people south of the Mason Dixon. Kelsey Season is a warm winter spent mostly outside. This past winter was the first that Kelsey Season didn’t arrive with the first chill of winter. Instead it was a small window of a Week at the end of January instead, and I’m still figuring out how I feel about it.

I cannot say I’m like an old growth oak here yet, but neither am I a succulent with short roots and little need for the water of this life. I’m some tree with little eyes that breathe, learning to root my way comfortably, facing the sun, and surrounded by a forest of friendship. It’s really just a beginning in my neck of the woods.