The Smell of Resurrection

The air wraps itself in the aroma of hope. I inhale, slowly and deeply, deliberately inviting the scent to revitalize every fissure of my being. The whole earth breathes a sigh of relief as winter surrenders to the awakening spring. I wander the paths of Garry Point Park surrounded by forgotten fragrances that at once intoxicate and invigorate. Birds chirp and flutter, declaring joy. My camera lens reaches to capture the pink cherry blossoms abundant with life as a gentle breeze swirls me into a snow-globe flurry of velvety-pink petals. Sunshine warms and revives the deeps fragments of my soul. The long, dark, dismal winter releases its grip, and soon, its effects will long be forgotten as every shade of green shouts in victory. The earth resounds with resurrection stories.