in a bed-and-breakfast, watching morning come to Michigan. A dark and cold day, that will make my walk a challenge. I see a few joggers, and a man sipping a cup of coffee as he waits for the bus.

It's too early for schoolkids; but as the light begins to open, the haze around the trees that signals having survived another winter begins.

The street lamps surround the park; and a soft rain is beginning to fall.

The end of March brings a sigh of relief, a relaxation of the shoulders.

Jackie M.