The prism in my living-room window makes the rainbow colors travel across the furniture: it shows me the planet turning on itself, my side of its face once more to the sun, very slowly, but visibly nonetheless.
This week, a male Cardinal was signing his territory. Yesterday, I saw a Redwing Blackbird at the feeder. And this morning, a flock of Cedar Waxwings were feasting on the decorative crabapples.
Slowly, the grip of deep winter is loosening, as sure as the planet turns on its axis and around the sun, slowly tilting my side of its face a little more directly towards the source of life.
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