The birds are starting to come back. And thank goodness too.
As kids in business suits talk into their hands. An audience indifferent.
Inspiration found in dreams and the middlespaces of not-quite-wakeful moments.
Spring is, well, springing fourth. Slowly, at first, but then at an unbelievable pace.
I kiss the ground I stand upon in thanks for my unbelievable luck and the goodness thrust upon me.