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Brand New Day
Every spring, I become a hopeful little lookout.
I hang the feeder. I glance out the window. I listen for the familiar whir of tiny wings. And then I wait.
After a winter of bare branches and quiet skies, their return feels like magic.
As if the world is waking up and stretching its arms.
" We're starting up a
brand new day"
Brand New Day, 2026
Oil on board, 8×8, in a gold leaf frame
Music reference: Brand New Day by Sting
Brand New Day
Every spring, I become a hopeful little lookout.
I hang the feeder. I glance out the window. I listen for the familiar whir of tiny wings. And then I wait.
After a winter of bare branches and quiet skies, their return feels like magic.
As if the world is waking up and stretching its arms.
" We're starting up a
brand new day"
Brand New Day, 2026
Oil on board, 8×8, in a gold leaf frame
Music reference: Brand New Day by Sting