Blossoms Part 1

The first blossoms arrive like a whisper, soft yet urgent, defying the chill that still lingers in the air. They bloom boldly, tender and raw, unaware-or perhaps unbothered-by the storms that may follow. There is something haunting in their beauty: a fragile defiance, a fleeting moment suspended between winter's silence and nature's wild crescendo.

There is magic here, but also mortality. These blossoms exit at the intersection of awe and impermanence, reminding us that even nature's most delicate wonders carry the risk of death. And still-they bloom. As if to say: wonder is worth the risk.