Close your eyes.

You can’t hear it in the photo, but there’s a cuckoo calling in the valley.

Clearly.

You can’t see it, but there is a fire burning on the edge of the meadow.

Someone is sitting by the fire; you can’t see or hear them either.

Though, they themselves are listening.

To the cuckoo.

To the birds in the tree, that are thinking of nesting there.

To the music playing from the speaker that is sitting on the top of the wheelbarrow, that you also won't be able to see.

Trust me, it's there .

The wheel barrow is leaning against a wooden barrel.

The wooden barrel is standing in the meadow behind the fire.

The fire is crackling; sometimes popping, sometimes silent.

You can’t hear any of these things, especially the silence.

But you may hear the distant cow.

Or imagine it.

It is there.

What else?

A cat, of course.

Though it is distant, in the meadow hunting for mice.

The sun set has already fallen; the night air is cooling.

Frost is expected.

But then…

You can’t see it in the photo but…

Spring is here. 

You can feel it.

Especially when you close your eyes.