The world seems drenched in an endless glow of pink.
Flowers pop up along every path; skeleton trees seem to smile at their newborn leaf hands.
The buzz word “rebirth” fills the air.
Staring at mobs of pink, I ponder “rebirth.”
Renewal. Resurrection. A stream of words… but what do they mean?
A new chance. A break from the routine. New eyes on old visions. New visions.
A second, third, fourth chance from the universe.
Be determined. Change. Continue. Look up if you used to look down.
Take a chance, a risk.
If it doesn’t work– smile, laugh.
Every spring is another “rebirth.”
All photography by me. 🙂