The Baby Next Door

The coming of spring gives our playgrounds back. The doors and windows are open. We hear birds. We can walk outdoors.
We can see neighbors again, not just hear their cars. Yesterday, I ran into my neighbor and her lovely, round-faced baby that she gave birth to right before fall turned into winter, when we went indoors to stay.

What a treat to see a baby face. I see my grandbabe over the computer -- he makes this one look like a freshman.

Want to hold him? my neighbor said. She handed him over, and instantly, the sweet heft of baby ran through me like a plumb line, connecting me heart, soul, and person to the earth and to the heavens and to the infinite and the innate.

The seasons each offer experiences we feel deeply. Writing invites us to pay attention.