This Moment - March 29, 12:03 P.M.

From the wall of windows that line the west wall of the room, the very top of a sycamore coming into bud is visible. So is the wide expanse of eye-colored sky, and to the far right of the thiry-two pane glass rectangular, a view of snow-capped Rockies. A crow glides up and over the roof of the building. Perhaps it is the same crow that has been flying back and forth all morning. A seagull sweeps over the roof with a black bundle in its mouth. The courtyard door opens with a thud and children's elated cries echo and reverberate up the brick walls from the courtyard below. An 's' of starlings descend quickly to the north, curving and recurving in and out of each other briefly, until they disappear. A dry leaf lifts in the breeze, then hangs like a question, suspended against the dense clouds. Sparrow song breaks the silence.