Chilly winter season rain notwithstanding, Friday early morning (February seven) I swear that I read the initial, unmistakable chirps of spring.
Early morning immediately after early morning, for months now, I have woken to the silence of nature—broken only by the swish of vehicle tires, the tread of boots, the rattle of searching carts, and the wail of crisis sirens.
Thursday was no distinct. But Friday early morning there were being songbirds!
Spring is coming—a small bird (song) instructed me
The rhythmic