For those not paying attention, Winter passed into Spring a couple of days ago. Or so sayeth the Gregorian Calendar. (As we well know, Nature often has other plans.)
I was going to try to write something profound about blossoming lilacs, longer and warmer days, chattering birds, et cetera, but it likely would have turned into a lot of blarney.
Maybe it’s better to just look at an image of water and light and to paraphrase a poem by David Ignatow:
We should be content
to look at a river
for what it is
and not as a comment on our lives.