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It isn't sunny. It's damp and overcast outside. However, a red-winged blackbird is calling outside of my bedroom window, and last night at dusk I saw a flock of Canadian geese flying North, returning from their Southern migration in autumn. There are buds in the gardens and tiny blades of grass sprouting up from the mud. The branches on the cherry trees are developing a distinct pink tinge. This enough to give me hope for a nearing spring, despite the lack of sunshine.