unleashed

I have been wandering tensely for at least a few days, holding my breath as I study the fields and trees, all the while looking for signs and asking myself, is it greener today, are the buds just a little thicker, am I imagining?

Today I confirmed that what has felt like a low hum is indeed the release I've been looking for.  The faintest trickle ahead of the flood.  The March wind still blows cold as it carries the lingering winter chill from dark fields -- but the life force is unleashed.