Sounds of Spring

As I sit here in my living room, in the silence and darkness, I hear the sound of a bird chirping emanating from the solarium. 

It is a sound I have not heard in months, but a reminder of the awakening and rebirth that comes with Spring. 

Spring has been in the air a while here, now, as evidenced by the accumulation of pollen on the truck glass when I do leave the house at the end of each week. But this is different. There really is something to those sounds. 

So far, the bird's chirping appears to be a Solo Act. I do love the solarium, a window into the outside plunked down in the center of the house.