Lately, I've become obsessed with tree branches. They've been bare all winter, and still are. But occasionally I notice a slight shift - they're finally coming back to life.

Sometimes it's just the silhouette of the branches against the early morning sky.

 Or against the afternoon sun.

Sometimes I see drops of water from spring rains still clinging to the branches.

Then there are the tiny leaves starting to form - so perfect and green and bright.

And last, but certainly not least, are the flowers. Finally, the flowers.

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