I ended up having to explain myself like this:
Life is hungry and violent. And nature doesn’t always conform to our need for metaphors. There’s an inherent beauty to spring, but there’s also a ferocity. There’s sex and death in there as well. So I want to speak not just to the natural beauty of the season, but to that fierceness, the insistence of life, the pain of change. The optimism that is survival, even with a little blood mixed in.
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