The rain has stopped falling and there is a chill in the air. The trees have put out green buds for the first time. Clouds are fading as twilight falls and the suns rays are breaking through. The distant light holds a red hue as the evening comes. Walking out into my garden, I smell the freshness that spring rain brings. It reminds me that old things are washed away and new things are beginning to come in. I look at a rose bush where a spider has built it's first web. As a cool breeze washes over me I see the fragile yet elegant web shudder in the wind. Each drop of water shimmers in the fading light like a precious jewel. I wonder at how simple yet strong this web is and how things are becoming new for me as a dark winter of my life becomes a loving spring once again.