HERE ON PINE POINT at the Church O’ The Pines, there is a lovely little cloudbank across the river, like a low range of mountains, reflecting the rising sun. The chickadees, eternal optimists, are singing their ‘fee-bee’ spring song. It is about 25 degrees and calm. Beauty abounds. Of course, tonight we plunge back to 16 below. But we soldier on, our eyes lifted toward beauty. We and the chickadees.