Voice Note: looking for spring

(a moment in the woods)

For the first time in weeks, when I opened my front door, there was blue sky. Walking my youngest to school, I passed the cherry tree on the corner preparing to flower, a few soft blooms already open. I looked up at the hill — the woods were calling me. Lately, it has been the cool respite of a foggy day that’s called me to the trees, but today’s bright…