Robins and Daffodils

You can sure tell spring is in the air. Today I parked in my usual spot by the library, facing Westside Drive. It was raining lightly, and I sat in my car a few minutes, collecting my thoughts (funny how they can escape you so easily) and enjoying the patter of the rain on the car roof. As I sat there, a robin flew past the windshield, so close that it startled me. It landed just a few feet away, under the not-yet-leafing-out tree and began picking at the grass, poking here, prodding there, until it was rewarded with a huge wriggling earthworm.

Just then, a second robin flew down, singing prettily. The two of them fluttered their wings and hopped about, weaving in and around the bright yellow daffodils nodding lazily in the breeze. It looked as if they were playing tag or follow the leader. Despite the cold rain, you could almost feel the edge of summer. Surely warm weather is just around the corner.

Its the same feeling you get when you have been through a tough time, but the worst is behind you. There are a few more rainy days ahead, a few more tests to run, some meds to take, but the hair is growing back, the scars are fading. You can sense that 'normal' is returning. Maybe not the same normal you knew before, but something workable, stable, comfortable, livable.

Yes, the robins and daffodils are definite harbingers of goodness ahead. I climb out of the car, pop open my little umbrella, and head for my office, humming. It will be a good day.