The Song of Spring

Possibly the only positive to having to wake up before the sun rises each morning is that moment when you peek your head out the door and walk into a completely new world. The air is crisp and clear, and the sky has a tint of red-yellow-orange-pink-blue-purple to it. All around you is silence, like the world is asleep, but you, you are awake to witness this miracle. And when you lift your head slightly and breathe, breathe, breathe it all in, it's like the world is lifting you up and out of your slumber into its arms.

So each morning, those 5 minute walks to my bus stop is what gives me the energy to get through the school day. But this morning, as I sauntered down the street, taking care to breathe deeply, I noticed something even more magical than the sunrise or the minty air. There was birdsong.

The birds had come back! Everywhere, the sky was filled with the high trills of different birds, some warbling, some chirping, and some squawking. But together, as they all sang to their own rhythms and pitches, it was like the entire world was awake, and not just me. I realized, that although I had come to appreciate the quiet of my solitary morning walks, this song buoying me down the street was also something precious. Because I was no longer alone.

It was great to be able to walk to the nature's song. The birds - they just sounded so happy to be flying around and singing to each other that instead of just whistling as I would normally do, I couldn't help but sing myself. So this morning, as I made my usual way down the line of slumbering houses, I sang along with the rest of the world, raising the veil of sleep and winter from the land. The birds had returned, and with them, the song of spring.

A sunrise full of magic, spreading across the slumbering world