We saw Robins yesterday.
Not just one, but a handful flying, playing, singing and chasing each other through the trees and in the puddles.
And while I am happy to see and hear these beautiful birds, I worry. The Robin, and the red-winged blackbird, are signs of spring.
And while I would love for spring to come, I am worried that winter will offer it's final blast and I – and the Robins – won't like it.