Spring has come.  Traveling through the winter lands of snow and ice, it has come. By day, birds sing love songs from budded tree limbs. By night, peepers peep out their romantic intentions. Skeletal tree branches rejoice as their buds unfold into robes of leaves, covering their bare-limbed nakedness. Above in the blue sky, cloud ships unfurl their billowing sails as they swiftly fly across the sky, causing patterns of light and shadow to flow over the land.

Below the sky, I sit, watching light and shadow swirl over my yard to the hill above. The gentle spring wind murmurs within my ear, and, though I may feel separate within myself, in truth I am very much a part of everything happening around me.