"The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
are the days that she brings,
with her dusky wings,
and her bosom snowy white!"

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Today I sit at my desk, looking out on a March Ohio day. The two day ice formation on the trees has now melted - in just one quick hour-long warming. The crystal coated trees beautiful in the sun, lasted for a time, just shy of my camera. Nearly all the snow too is gone and I hear bird song. What bird song I hear I cannot say, but the above words seem accurate to my spirit. The earth knows as well as I that we still have winter days ahead; more snow, more freezing rain, more bundling up in winter layers - warm, yet the hope of spring is swooping in.