In the spring, another strange creature emerged. Towering, humanoid – with tall, lagomorphic ears, it was the symbol of a fresh, unsullied season…and candy.
And if a monster – albeit a fluffy one – was giving out candy, courage always got the better of me. I am pretty sure, in fact, that the promise of food was the long-forgotten reason for my spring-time audacity. And if I was required to sit on the lap of an over-sized rabbit, I would be quite delighted to do so.
Because that’s just the way Aubrey rolls.
Now, I’m not a religious person, so the definition of Easter is an awkward one for me. This is the time when I lean towards the pagan and the green mysteries that never die. This is when I prefer to celebrate the rebirth of the many: flowers, animals, birds, the sounds in the sky, the colors of the earth.
These are miracles too.