Already the days are perceptibly and demonstrably longer.
The nights though can still be sharp, nipping the edges with cold.
The early burgeoning bough may yet fall to a late frost.
This is a balancing time in nature, one where the bold may be rewarded, or die back in their headlong folly.
Come what may, the inevitability of spring is in this crepuscular moment.
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