From deep in March: The silvery fur of pussywillows. A scrubjay's crackle. The drip of sugar maple sap. Being able to sleep in on the weekend and getting up early instead to enjoy the sunrise. Newborn calves. Soil loosened by a winter of frost-heave. 106 male robins on The Paved Road. Remembering Arches. Possibilities.
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