Snowdrops

Here they come, almost here… Once again, they are about to appear. The snowdrops, tiny and wonderful, emerge from the dark earth at the end of every winter, surprising me every time—like a thought blooming in a quiet corner of the garden. Like beautiful things, memories, and everything that inexplicably finds its way back into the world. A symbol of life’s ability to endure, always, even beneath the earth and through time. They bloom for just a moment, in winter, yet they are always there