I choose to rejoice in the simple things.
Enough daylight and warmth to take a walk at 5 pm.
Spotting my first crocuses this year.
Working with my camera, outside, where I belong. Where I breathe freely.
Walking along a park trail, then striking out for orange light on the ridge.
Glad for silhouettes, glad for the crescent moon in the pine branches, glad for dog walkers and bicyclists, glad for beautiful houses; glad to come home with fresh air in my hair, and spring whispering its name everywhere.