There is something ethereal about the light of an early spring forest. This is where I felt my heart begin to heal again, after someone I loved deeply had passed just months before. Standing in that light, the veil between my heart and the other world he had so recently slipped into became translucent, thinner. And I was comforted. I was not alone in the beauty of that day.
When the sun filters through the first incipient green of trees in April, it touches all the senses. It permeates the air in a surreal, diaphanous glow unlike that of summer, when foliage is well-established and heat makes the air thicker.
