On a very breezy day, the clouds glowed as if lit from within by the sunshine. They sailed across the sky swiftly, determined to get from here to there. I looked up at the fanned-out tree tops stretching out from sturdy trunks to solid branches that divided into delicate lace. A big bird's nest interrupts the pattern. But it's a sign of hope, a reminder of the creatures who will inhabit those trees in the spring.