The daphne beside the back porch is blooming, its scent reminiscent of my childhood innocence. Rabbits chase tail through the tall yard grass, squirrels tussle and roll in the dirt below the bird feeders. Robins, jays and juncos dart and cry through the filbert thicket in their perennial search for a mate, that quest to look to the future.
We are no different, though we are locked in this void of waiting for the world to right itself. Unlike the wildlife, we must bide and be patient before our various human kinds of coming together. This is the spring of winter-like waiting, of suspended animation. Despite the waiting and the worry, we are surrounded with gifts. Look around and breathe.
