Hibernation is not really for the sleep:
The point is the coming back to life.
Eyes blinking we become accustomed to the light
As we emerge from our cave
However dusty or muddy the Spring soil may be,
We let it squish between our toes.
It, too, is raw material,
Just as those former experiences.
Now, we form it into
Into the reality
Of our dreams.
~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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