I went for a walk in the woods here at work. I watched the trees as I walked, noticed how they'd bloomed into something nearer summer's splendor in the last few days. Noticed that, yes, the green is here, but it still has a ways to go. It's green, getting greener.

"Surrounded by light, we are." I said.
"Indeed," said one old oak, who's lowest branches wear their bark pushed up the limb like a shirtsleeve rolled up.
"Ready to begin a great work?" one of us asked.
"We're about to find out," said the other.

I hoisted my pack up on my shoulder, and a crow called as I walked.