Detours

I have never taken this path, but today on my journey home from work on my bicycle I was strangely tempted to take detours.

I found some poetry that captured the mood of spring, and is a reminder to me to appreciate it.

"The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing --
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring."
- Sara Teasdale, May Night, 1920