hope bursts green through untended earth, and sun beckons dirty windows open. we plan a family ride, but my bike is somewhere in new jersey.
resurrection's in the air and cobwebs, too.
ten chicks, all black feathers and down, pile together in a basin in the bathroom. their cheeps melt hearts and betray uncertainty all the same.
the insurance company covered the theft, but the money went to groceries, pre-school, and life. we'll replace it yet. spring only just begins.
a heavy heart finds solace in the liturgical year. this penitent season, the now-and-not-yet, mirrors stirrings unmatched by the beauty out-of-doors.
there's beauty in hard places, too, She whispers.
i lean in and breathe deep.
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