Although the relief isn't quite as noticeable here, where the harshest temperature I saw was 32 degrees at dawn warming to at least 40, it's still nice to see little sprouts popping up, and the pale, barely opaque baby leaves uncurling yet again on huge old gnarly trees. The birds have been chirping all along, but they seem more harmonious, less dutiful and more celebratory, somehow. I'm pretty glad that I started familiarizing myself with this new place when there was less foliage, so now I can feel my way around and recognize areas, rather than searching for street signs and peering through shrubbery for markings. Could look a little suspicious, no?
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