I'm on my way to play at my friend's funeral. Many people are zooming in to "pay their last respects". Family from across the country, work mates, her friends, his friends, the children's friends, come together. We will celebrate her life, we will grieve her loss, we will whisper about the future for them. People talk in hushed tones, it's a day where we wear black, dark colors. Everything tries to be muted.
Spring is outside the door of this holy place; it will also be zooming in as people sent flowers and they adorn the tables, the aisles and perhaps a coffin. The creator is everywhere too. The spirit has also zoomed in to meet us all in this hour, and there's nothing we can do about it.