Everybody was happy to see the sun today. At the pond behind the library, birds still shelter, crowding the trees with silhouettes almost indistinguishable from the curled up leaves that cling to the branches. They sing enthusiastically, maybe to keep the growl of the wind at bay. It is a sweet surprise to hear such a thick cluster of voices in the cold, fresh air.
I know exactly how the birds feel. Everyday, I have so much to do, and I know I’ll never finish it all before this lull is over. It takes a lot of discipline to make sure I take a walk. Anything, the slightest hint of an errand, can seem so much more important than facing up to the fact that I can’t do everything. Even though it is risky to be unemployed three Mondays in a row, I have to remember: Giant maple leaves matter, too.
I wanted you to see – it really is so beautiful here.