I heard birds chirping this morning. For many readers out there, you’re wondering why this deserves attention. In my part of the frigid northeast, we haven’t regularly heard birds at dawn in a couple of months. It was a joy to hear the tweets, reminding me that Spring really will arrive…eventually.
A short while later, the sun shown brightly through the window blinds in the kitchen. Again, no big news for many folks, but for those of us who have been dwelling in a long, miserable stretch of gray gloom, the sun was extraordinary…a true gift.
Walking through a local park, sparkles reflected off of the fresh snow. I’m still mesmerized by the ice crystals phenomenon…me preferring to skip the science and just enjoy sheer brilliance twinkling in the 12-degree air. Countless photographers have far more riveting shots of snow sparkles, but here is my lame cell phone pic:
While snow and cold were part of my March 1st, sun and birds also made an appearance and it was glorious. It felt fresh. Happy March!
“The snow is sparkling like a million little suns.”
Lama Willa Miller
Tales from a Mid-Lifer 
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