This morning, before I opened my eyes, I noticed that something was different. It was a tiny sound that I didn’t recognize at first. The soft chirping of a bird in the trees by my bedroom window. It was a sound I hadn’t really heard in awhile, and oh, how I missed it.
I listened for some time with a slow smile creeping across my face. How lovely it was! And even though for the last two weeks I’ve been chasing away the mourning doves that seem to find my front porch such an appealing place to roost, I cherished the sweet return of something I had not realized I had missed so much.
Kind of like the way I miss thunderstorms. I don’t think much about that during the winter months, but when the first one of the season hits, it’s like tasting my favorite flavor of ice cream for the very first time. Oh, it’s so good! I have a professional recording of a thunderstorm and typically listen to it in the dead of winter just to pick my spirits up, and to remind myself that each season gives way to another eventually.
Is it just me or has this winter gone on forever? The short days seem to have gotten everyone on their last nerve and people seem grumpy and out of sorts everywhere you go. Daily aches and pains seem worse, and my friends seem to be down with all sorts of petty afflictions. Even luck seems to take a turn for the worse somehow.