At last. At last the birds have returned, the leaves are budding, the crocuses and daffodils are blooming and even the people are shaking off the vestiges of winter with a change of shoes, a swept front porch, and a casting open of the windows. I find myself out walking, taking long deeps breaths and long, meandering routes through vine-covered alleys and improvised parks. The air is thick with sweet spring buds. I marvel at the rediscovery of myself in the world, emerging as I have, whole, well, and in good spirits from my winter slumber. I let the sun shine on my face. I become aware that in this moment, there is nothing wrong. In this moment I have no pressing problems, no concerns or regrets, no fears to face. In this moment all things are as they should be.