The scent was masked as we walked, though hints of pollen pushed their way through cloth to me, and on return as I parked the pram and set excited new walkers free to roam, I soaked my senses in the radiance of fruit trees delighting in new white-pink growth, and the hope that if not now, soon at least, signs are sure, sure to be soon.
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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