Meagre light from a soft morning sky, spring mist and a cascade of rhodora
spilling out of a white-trunked birch forest paint an impressionistic canvass.
This scene will never again happen exactly this way.
It all exists within a moment – not a moment of time, but a moment of being.
m1nute 
This is so beatiful Tim! A moment of being. Sorry to have missed you yesterday.
It was quite a game of phone tag, wasn’t it! Hope to talk sometime this week.