And just like that - spring.

On my early morning walk. The path was just empty enough that I was finally able to investigate the view onto a nearby property, from a seating area the owners built, at the edge of the path.

This is the time to be slow,

Lie low to the wall

Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let

The wire brush of doubt

Scrape from your heart

All sense of yourself

And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,

Time will come good;

And you will find your feet

Again on fresh pastures of promise,

Where the air will be kind

And blushed with beginning.

—John O’Donohue