"By March, the worst of the winter would be over.
The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run, and
the world would wake into itself again." Neil Gaiman
It has been in the high 60's for several days which lifts my spirits considerably. I have kept my window open by my computer, enjoying the sound of the gentle rain as well as the soft breezes during the day. The happy songs of the birds contribute to my growing hope of normalcy for our world.
Reclaiming my rocker on the back deck, I can hardly believe I am outside and free. Breathing deep cleansing breaths in and out, escalates the joy in me. Children chasing balls, playing with the new Golden Doodle pup, and screaming with glee support the promise of things yet to be.
Today's walk, I follow the sound of trickling water and as the path winds around the trees, I can hear the tiny feet of small animals playing in the leaves. Discovering a boulder to sit upon, I rest while watching a little brook freely stream. Surely these are signs of spring and not a simple dream.
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