Almost-forgotten music

Winter stayed and stayed, and its quiet way of being has stretched into these daylight months. Now, the almost-forgotten music of leaf on leaf fills the air, and the sun's touch delights my skin, and colour and song are everywhere. I think I've met a new bird every day this week. I've also printed like a demon, for no good reason, just needing to finish a project that's been with me a while.

I am wondering what will happen next. I mean, I know what will happen next... sort of: summer will come, the long days will make me drunk, I'll dig in my garden and make some art. But will it all mean something else when I wake up tomorrow?