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Today was the first day I could really hear all of the birds outside. They must have reached that critical mass taking them from just below the radar to we-are-here-listen-to-us stage! I had tried playing birdsongs at work, keeping me centered in nature all the time, but my manager went nuts hearing the chirping all day. But the real songs are a sign of spring and I cannot wait. We've had a brutal winter here in the Mid-Atlantic. I've personally had a brutal winter. I cannot wait to be free outside to sit in the grass and watch the bugs doing their thing. Or sit under a tree and imagine all that it has witnessed in its lifetime. And watching the clouds float on by, forming and reforming, everchanging. Today, birds were carrying plant matter in their beaks, building their nests. Just a small taste of what is out there for us to watch and hear, right outside our doors. Go observe some of the life that surrounds us all, drink it in, let it fill you.