I went for a brief hike at lunch and was placidly eyed by a pair of nesting Canada geese, surprised by a crow with what looked like a 5-foot wingspan (Barney Fife: "Anxiety magnifies fearsome objects") and for the blink of an eye was under the great, swift shadow of a blue heron that glided silently in the sun overhead. I heard a mourning dove as I studied the skeletons of trees and last summer's brush. There were tiny flowers like sapphires scattered on islands of green turf, and here and there vestiges of snow huddled in the blue shade of cedars.
Do get outdoors, when you can. God made such beauty to feed the soul, and yet we starve.