Turning

At one point in my walk yesterday, I pondered whether to take a left or right turn.  For no tangible reason, I turned right, and was surprised to discover this tree beginning to bud.  I pondered winter and Easter and Jesus.  Jack and I then turned left to make our way home. I heard the sounds of traffic once more. We passed by three laughing people who were enthusiastically sweeping mounds of leaves out of their yard. Rock and roll was streaming through their front door. They waved and said good morning.  I did the same and continued on, savoring the silence that was, and giving thanks for kind greetings on the return.