Birds chirp on a Sunday snow is finally melting the wave of cold weather haunting us all year leaving us shivering in sweaters and muddy boots has finally let up. The songs they sing fills the air with joy and the morning with hope.
“I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.” – Joan Didion
Birds chirp on a Sunday snow is finally melting the wave of cold weather haunting us all year leaving us shivering in sweaters and muddy boots has finally let up. The songs they sing fills the air with joy and the morning with hope.