This morning, up before the sun, which isn't that early thanks to the time change, I am many hours later still sitting in a mostly quiet house. The dog, who usually sleeps in, got up early too. She is just as eager to chat with the birds as they are to announce their return. The crows, who never left, call back to their tweets. I wonder if they're telling them it's too early to be so chipper.
I'm with the singing birds. I love the morning. Love the invitation to start anew again and again. I love how quickly shadows turn to light, how sitting outside on this morning was similar to taking a very cold shower, how awake I feel.
The windows will stay open today. Despite it becoming a little chilly again, Spring's song is too lovely to close.
Yesterday, after a field trip to a not so nearby aquarium, we four sat in the sun, near a river, eating fried food, with children who wished we could walk back through the shark rays, jellyfish, and penguin palooza. Had it not been an almost three-hour ride home, had there not been chickens we're sitting for who needed to eat, and a dog who'd already been waiting long enough, we probably would have. Well cared for, each tank was more exciting to them than the one before. One child wanted his picture taken with every fish, the other, wanting to zip ahead to find the penguins, was content with a picture of a stuffed penguin who she happily placed back on the shelf.
Five hours in the car for a two-hour zip through the sea could maybe have been planned a little differently. More attention to what was brought along for the five hours in the car (only their bodies and noises) could have better planned for as well, but a day with us four, a sea turtle named Denver, and an hour to sit in the sun, melted any winter blues that might have lingered. This week, a town on spring break and a break from our routine is rest as well. The garden is calling, family walks and backyard play after dinner. Needed outdoors time, needed away from the news time.
Wishing you needed breaks and Spring's song.