I remember looking outside my apartment window one morning and seeing something new. Outside, in the lush gardens of the courtyard, spots of color and vibrancy graced the sidewalk. Though the trees were bare, leaves from last summer still hanged on by a thread, and there were flowers scattered about. It was the romantic sign of spring’s early arrival. The story-book view of the earth’s new life, right outside my window. The photos down below are what I was happily met with, the coming of spring.
