Full moon glorious she, arriving right on Spring equinox. The evenings serenaded by our Rana Catesbeiana frogs and mornings a chirping chorus of native songbirds. Morning sky of pink haze beat the cherry blossom trees to the punch as if to give a hint of what is to come. A warm fragrant air blows strong enough to tip the crow off his course and force him to bank into the wind. Sometimes he plays with it, enjoying being pushed around in the sky, seeing where the gusts take him. It is nesting season, soon there will be no time for play. The wind brings a message that a peace is coming and with it the resolution I have been seeking for so very long.