Jupiter is sailing overhead, the brightest object in the velvety dark sky.
There is a barred owl sitting up on the hill, who-who-whooing.
And a woodcock is spiralling up from the horse pasture, with his mating call -- 'peent, peent, peent'.
Now we have a porcupine perched in the big elm. He'll probably start to sing for his lady love as well.
And have we mentioned our wolf pack? They have been quiet here this week, but they are singing around the lake, and will soon be back with us.
Just standing in the parking lot, under the dark sky, no lights on, listening to the sound Spring makes... that is balm for the soul, indeed.