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I can feel it now, Spring is coming. Today it tiptoes timidly in among the clouds in the form of shatteringly bright bursts of sunlight. Each shard shoots down and dances over the water logged earth. How cheerfully it cavorts, glorying in its return to Earth. The trees seem not quite ready to believe. They have begun to bud, but hold their breath, wanting the reassurance of a few more warm days and unblemished sun. Still, returning songbirds warble merrily this morning. New nests are quickly forming in the yet barren branches. Cloud washed daylight pours in my windows, grey with the remnants of winter, but tinged with the gold of springtime days. My world is quiet but for birdsong. The heater has silenced its winterlong work.

Alone, I bask in the pale bath of light. Savoring the moment is all I want. Soon enough it is time for work, for Sunday chores and visiting friends. For now though, I can watch curled cat-like at the window sill, while the world awakes from winter slumber.