Another kind of Spring's abundance

Each of these is a short story.  Together, interlinked novella.  Mysterious, otherworldly, and perfect for a day of drizzle.  Sun is a distant memory.  
 

The simple. The minimal

 translates into abundance.  Or it transforms?  

Remembering abundance

 being head and all the smiles that abundance brings.  Remembering Ann F Biderman (March 8, 1955 - July 2, 2022).  

Name that tune

A jazz piece for sure and with lyrics about rain and night and something/someone gone. For good. Although absence is one of the least permanent things I've encountered. Suddenly, Spring arrives with madcap abundance, filling absence beyond measure. Like a favorite dish which no longer relies on a recipe. Or all the filled notebooks waiting for an audience of one.

Tilt your head

Just a fact of life and of seeing.  The same is true with feelings, cooking & writing.  And always, always true with writing.  Trunk, branch, sky & implied roots.  Or perhaps, this is a new calligraphy standing firm for  "abundance."

Abundance

Sometimes we name "things" for all sorts of reasons.
All sorts of good & generous reasons.
Should you ask, her name is abundance.
And may your next meal, your next conversation,
the next thing you read, the next thing you write
make you know you are  
abundant.