Birdsongs

I'm not sure what it is exactly, but I feel different today. 

There is an unfamiliar calmness that surrounds me and buffers me from the ills of the world.  Maybe it's the absence of newscasters spouting the terrible maladies befalling mankind that aren't weighing heavily on my mind?

Maybe it's the sound of Spring bringing back the songbirds that are outside my window?
Or is it the bright green shoots that are peeking their heads from beneath the once frozen humus?
Perhaps its the ever increasing minutes of daylight that fill the once gray gloomy skies?
It could just be that I haven't noticed the passing of the seasons with as much intensity as I do now?

This morning I could smell the salty air, I could hear the many different avian arias
and I watched the pale pink sun rise while looking out the kitchen window.
The atmosphere outside is warmer and lighter, not as cold and heavy as before.

Maybe it's that I've been sleeping so well lately?  I fall into a dreamless sleep like a hibernating bear without sensing the world around my bed.  (Except when Finnegan or Elijah make a sound.)

Maybe it's all of these things, that so often go unnoticed, but serve to remind us that Spring is just around the corner.