There’s no better metaphor for new life than the transition of winter into spring. I love the way C. S. Lewis describes it in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe:
Every moment more and more of the trees shook off their robes of snow. Soon, wherever you looked, instead of white shapes you saw the dark green of firs or the black prickly branches of bare oaks and beeches and elms. Then the mist turned from white to gold and presently cleared away altogether. Shafts of delicious sunlight struck down onto the forest floor . . .
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