Branches dance in the wind. I watch them from a window, hoping for signs of spring on its way. This tree sparkles in the sunlight, and I gasp, fearing more ice. But no, the sun spotlights bare branches, and in looking more closely, I begin to see buds, a promise that the earth is waking up again.

I’m ready for spring. How about you?

Join me for the hunt?
Where do you see beauty in a broken world? Want to add your own images during the 31-day journey? If so, feel free to comment below with your Instagram handle, and tag your Insta posts with #beautyinabrokenworld. You’ll find me there @pixofhope.