... of waiting for spring, of yearning for sun, of too much work and too much work outside of work, and - yes - too much play...
... there was a silence at home this evening. I sat at my computer finally catching up on some personal e-mails, and, as I revelled in quiet stillness, I detected the gentle hooting of a mourning dove. I've missed that sound all winter. That sweet sound accompanied my softly clacking keyboard for about half an hour.
This reminds me of what's important, but then it makes me ponder the things I do that aren't. I need to think about this, except... I don't have time. People are crazy. Or maybe it's just me.
So grateful for bird song.