It’s funny howin springthe cold seemsto follow mehomechased offby the suntrying to sneakthrough thecracks in mydoorand slip undermy covers
The middle of February is usually the point in time when I become completely sick of winter. Peaceful winter quiet and poetic bare trees seem to transform overnight into a cold gray deathscape that I desperately want to escape. To get through the last few weeks of winter weather, I’ve found some sunny, spring themed ASMR videos on YouTube to hold me over.
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By Rebecca Moon Ruark The osprey came back. They came back, like they do each Spring, to perch where they will, high above the marine yard, atop the athletic field light poles, and in the stern of an abandoned sailboat on the river. The osprey own that boat now; it will never again sail the Bay, but the osprey don’t care. I have secretly loathed my fish hawk neighbors, for their shrieking cries that wake me before five in the morning. But I’m happy for them now, happy they’re keeping to their seasonal schedule of migration and procreation. Social media is speculating how many people babies will come from COVID-19-induced isolation. I can’t say, but there will be osprey babies again next year, screeching things that will draw graceful arcs in the sky like their parents and grandparents, before. They will protect their own, hunt, eat, and probably never experience ennui. The osprey came back, as did the daffodils, which I once thought of as only cheap harbingers of tulips, my…