Outside my window yesterday, I spotted a large flock of robins. Their reddish-orange breasts were a welcome sight against the white snow of late winter. Many of them were snuggled in an evergreen tree; so many that the tree was moving with their presence.
I smiled and a tear found it’s way down my face as I remembered a time past when I had spotted the robins of spring and was able to share the sight with my mother. I thought of her and my heart missed her as if it were yesterday and she was here with me. For a moment my mother and the robins of spring were here once more, if only in my heart.