Meteorologically speaking, we’re in the final month of spring, but time has got away from us lately and we never had the chance to fully appreciate this resplendent season that comes before our favourite. For it’s at this time of year that the earth awakens from its deep sleep, shedding the heavy, icy weight of winter‘s discontent. Once grey and desolate countrysides are now vibrant, awash with unfurling petals, whispering secrets as the warm air becomes infused with their intoxicating scent. Once bare, skeletal branches become thick with delicate blossoms and bright new leaves, and the choruses of birds once again serenade the dawn, filling the air with hope, and with every note, breathing new life into the world. The late-May sun, long obscured by winter’s pallid haze, coaxes us from hibernation. Time itself seems to pause. But in the midst of this time of rebirth, there lingers melancholy, a hint of the transience that overshadows all beauty. For spring is fleeting, and like all things, must eventually give way to the passage of time. So, before it’s all over, a celebration in photos of the ephemeral enchantment of springtime and its beautiful symphony of life. In its momentary existence lies a reminder to appreciate each fleeting moment, the exquisite flowers and the lively songs of birds, for they too before long, shall pass into the far recesses of our memory, leaving only whispers of their existence.
