I just returned from a hike through the woods. My face is cool and dewing; my body thoroughly warmed by the movement. While the air remains crisp, it is warmer than it has been. Buds are beginning to adorn branches and the birds are fluttering about with energy. As I walk the trail, tromping through mud, using laid branches to help navigate pools of water, and my steps aiding the decomposition of the few remaining leaves on the ground, my ears hear and my eyes catch the scurrying of animals. The forest is waking up.