Inside, we are quarantined, faithfully keeping our social distance. But outside … we are free.

I felt it today when I went for a walk in a gradually clearing day. The cold rain of early morning had misted away and what was left in its wake was a landscape filled with birdsong and puddles and forsythia popping.

All of a sudden, the day didn’t feel as gloomy. The fears of pandemic gave way to the beauty of spring.


(I’m rushing it a little with this photo; these iris won’t bloom until May.)