An Ordinary Challenge: Power Lines and Hidden Magic

I stopped in the middle of the trail, mouth wide open as runners passed me by.

Winter was still hanging on, everyone wearing an extra layer or two, but the sun was shining after a week of rain and one tree on the path began to bloom.

Amidst the weeds and the mud and the bare branches all around, this one colorful tree stood tall with the beauty of new life and the reminder that Spring always comes. I pulled out my phone, my roommate smiling because of course I needed to snap a picture. We ste...