I woke this morning to hear the frogs singing. It's a sure sign of spring, that the Earth is turning again towards the warm season. Reassuring that life goes on. You see, I'm sad thinking of dear friends I've lost, who stay with me although they're no longer here.
Best to look forward, past the thicket of "if-only" to seize what lies ahead. It's hard for me to turn my head, though.
The frogs speak of hope, of renewal. I will listen to them, and maybe their songs will lead me to firm ground.