You have to believe in happiness,
Or happiness never comes ...
Ah, that's the reason a bird can sing -
On his darkest day he believes in Spring.
You Have To Believe.The
The Eastern Phoebe came back to see me this morning, perching on my office windowsill. Today was my first day at work after being away for my father's memorial service, and there was much work to be done. But this Phoebe seemed to want to remind me that it is Spring, my father's favorite time of the year. And he is with us still.