After weeks, okay maybe months, of stress and worry and sickness and to-do lists, and trying to to see the "big picture" through the lens of an ever-shrinking present, this weekend I took a deep breath and let go. The sun came out and the temperatures rose and the most perfect breeze blew the scent of freshly cut grass through the city of Bellingham. Walking through the streets, we noticed the silence of winter give way to the bright yellow hello's of daffodils just welcoming the warmth. We opened the windows and celebrated the coming spring, made avocado sandwiches on multi-grain english muffins topped with thinly sliced tomatoes. Large glass jars of sun tea did their work in the windows as we untangled the piles of life we'd left to languish around the apartment in the last few weeks. When the sun set, we watched films and snacked on almonds covered in dark chocolate, sea salt, and turbinado sugar, played card games, and finished off the sun tea in glasses clinking with the music of collected ice cubes. We roasted chicken and sauteed kale and thanked Saturday for nudging itself in between what was and will be.