SPRINGTIME IS RETURN.
NOT LOUD, NOT FORCED, JUST PRESENT. THE FACE EMERGES AS IF FROM WITHIN ITSELF.
COLOR DOES NOT COLLIDE, IT SOFTENS, SPREADS, AND ALLOWS SPACE. THE EYES ARE OPEN WITHOUT DEFENSE, CURIOUS, ALIVE AGAIN. THIS IS NOT TRANSFORMATION.
TRANSFORMATION IS VIOLENT. THIS IS AFTER, WHEN THE PRESSURE HAS PASSED, WHEN THE MIND STOPS RESISTING, WHEN LIFE RETURNS QUIETLY AND STAYS.
