I hear they measure their return around the length of the days. I'm sure - based on the length of the days they were measuring - this was not quite what they expected.
I watched - with great awe and respect - as they made their way thru the snow. It couldn't have been easy. They appeared to me - taller - than I'd remembered. But then - on this day - they were walking in deep drifts...raising them higher.
It's March. It is winter...and it will be spring.
I thought about where I was one year ago....and where I am today.
I remember planning for celebration. I remember looking forward to joyous occasion. I remember feeling this season's endlessness...and trusting in the knowing that all things do change. I remember a different sensation in this same season.
And the birds - reappear. Every year - without fail. They arrive with their mates. They seek out a just right space in which to settle. They build their nests and protect them. They return...and renew...and restore nature's delicate balance and cycle.
For them - it's so simple. They don't question. They don't doubt. Their only measure is the length of the day. And today - they must have determined - was the just right length for returning and beginning anew.
Maybe...it's mine too.