Middle East / middle-west

It has been nearly a year since our departure from the Middle East.

And our return to the Middle-west.

It was April 2014.

Bare trees. Eager robins. 

(Winter-weary neighbors spurned the April snow-flurries our tongues were quick to catch.)

Trees drew bold, expansive lines against the sky. 

There was no dust. No cracked, beaten surface.

Instead--- 

open puddles / a verdant birth / umbrellas aloft

and the racing rhythm of rain to prompt our blush.

It has been nearly a year since our departure from the Middle East

and our return home.