My dear beloved friends the chimney swifts have made it at least as far north as Washington, DC, as of yesterday. (I was in the nation's capital on business.) I'm keeping eyes and ears peeled here in Brooklyn and expect them any day now. They may already have arrived.
These amazing denizens of the air (they never, while life flows through their veins, touch the earth) travel all the way from eastern Peru every spring.
With the faithful return of friends such as these, how can hope in the eternal rebirth of nature ever fail?