In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lion

The saying goes something like this,

"March comes in like a lion, but goes out like a lamb."

This year, March has been stormy from beginning to end.  This view of my forest sky may look the same to you, but it doesn't to me.  I see all the large missing pieces that now lay upon the forest floor from ravages of recent winds.  I remember the speed of the clouds skittering across the sky in this moment.  I see the new life bursting forth, despite nature's dramatic curation.