Sparrows and starlings in the cedar tree at dawn. Chuckleheads.
At times like these, spring seems to be here. Soon it will be. Soon vegetation will begin to fill in some of the space we have now. Now it’s still about the distant views brought by winter. Tomorrow it will be views blocked by quivering leaves. Compared to the empty space of winter, the coming seasons seem like something you could swim through. A plenum.