On my walk this dark and rainy February morning, I came across an almond tree, old, bent and withered, standing against a wintery background. Apart from its mossy green branches and droplets of rain, it was quite bare.
But as I circled around it, my eye caught a tiny speck of colour, among the dark brown and green and grey. Three delicate blossoms, tender white and rosy pink, had decided to open their petals and breathe in the cool air, defying time and season, as if too impatient to wait for spring. They made me think of fresh linen and new beginnings.