There comes a moment at my desk every year when I glance out the window to my right and see that the trees' progression toward spring is complete.
This year's progress was slow, even fitful, and for a time I wondered — as I have before, probably most years — if some of the older limbs would bear leaves again.
Some of them haven't this year, and may not last through the next heavy storm. But the ones I have been most concerned about appear to be doing fine.
I love the view during all seasons.
And during all seasons, today's season most definitely included, it is a view that calls for me to step away from the desk, to get outside, to take a closer look at the world the trees live in, and be reminded, as always anew, of the ways in which that world informs and expands whatever world or worlds I am engaged with at this desk.