The winter layers finally shed, we walk in the woods dressed like spring, REAL spring. Tails in wag, nose in sniff, hyper-vigilant puppies in a quest to not miss a thing. Each step slows to the present. Birds welcome in song. Trees dormant all winter wear buds tightly wrapped, just in case it snows in May. Uncertain times. We press forward along the path of mottled light, trees cast shadows, but the sun warms. My eyes and ears open to this moment. The only one that matters. Now. This day. And all is perfectly as it meant to be.