Green pastures. Lengths of decaying wooden fence. A lone bird, sitting in the field. These pass outside, framed by the train’s window in a way that makes it resemble a film strip. Still, yet in motion. Almost like time, in a way.
I do not know why I yearn.
Why I sing like a mourning dove on a wire,
crying softly for her lover to come.
Why I droop like the willow,
her leaves hanging down by the pond,
I always come back to
the synchrony I find in the wild
The insignificance I feel
when the rain pours down
Giving breath to growth
The birds are all singing, differently
from one another
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Take a photograph of a distinctive pattern. It could be in fabric, architecture, nature, anywhere. Patterns are all around you.
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If you could jump into the image of a postcard, what postcard would you choose and why?
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Skogsbading is a Norwegian term that means “forest bathing.” Want to try it?
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Throw open the windows, poet Billy Collins urges in "Today," his joyful poem about spring. Let the "warm intermittent breeze" lift you up and carry you off. In poetry or prose, explore the sense of freedom and celebration of spring.
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When spring takes over from winter, there is a sense of new beginnings, rebirth, hopefulness. Share your discoveries through photography, painting, or another artistic medium of your choice.
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The landslide defeat of Hungary's prime minister Viktor Orban on April 12 after 16 years of autocratic rule sends a hopeful sign to defenders of democracy. Were you watching? What do you think?
Congratulations to The Tomorrow Project's monthly award winners! March's award goes to abigail_and_bean, 15, of Vermont, for the painting and accompanying narrative, "Crossing Familiar Waters."
Robert Frost fans, here's an event for you on April 15!
High school writers: Here's a two-week virtual program in fiction writing, led by editors of Amherst College's literary magazine. Scholarships are available. Find out more.
