pausing all my human being
I stopped –
to listen this morning
the birds tell me this is spring
and so tell me in their song
notes… I do not need a calendar, or an app, or other some such thing, for the past three days I just paid attention, the birds are singing paying no mind of the utter panic playing out below them or around them due to a virus that effects us humans, nature has it’s own way, and goes about it the same, we’ll blink and all this will be in our past soon enough, but nature, this is her turf, she moves on regardless.