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The birds are back. I heard them this morning for the first time since October. When you're 71, you notice these things. The return of birdsong. The way the light changes. How the snow melts and reveals last autumn's leaves that you forgot to rake. My husband used to say spring was his favorite season. He's been gone 12 years now, but I still think of him when the birds come back. We used to drink coffee on the porch and just listen. I suppose what I'm saying is: notice the small things. They keep you connected to what matters.