Don't Let Zombie Jesus Distract You

This morning the sun is warm, the breeze is cool, and the sky is a perfect blue. I walk along the creek trail, looking up. In my peripheral vision, I notice a small bird sitting on the upward-facing tip of the tallest branch of the tallest tree on the trail; its head facing up, its chest thrust out, singing a bold and joyful melody.

As if to say

Spring is here