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Home. Nothing like walking back into a clean house that is awaiting my return.

As I sat at my kitchen table looking out into my tiny backyard, I was greeted by the signs of Spring that had arrived while I was gone.

A small bird landed on the patio then flew into the hydrangea bush. Evidentially, it found the freshly sprouting leaves more appealing than the weeds that have raised their heads between our patio bricks.

A pigeon got landing clearance and it, too, first explored the patio and then headed to the hydrangea where it settled in and tested out an old abandoned nest.

The world turns. Cycles continue. Life renews.

It's somehow familiarly comfortable and refreshingly new at the same time.