It is said that when people are told they are going to die, they see things differently. That was certainly the case with me. I came out of the hospital and truly saw how beautiful the world was for the first time. How blue the sky, how green the grass. Everything looked more than real. To me, it still does. Hyper-real.
Winter is nearly done with us and the bare branches are about to burst forth with buds. Early in the morning the birds are singing, and all is well with the world.