No two different things

The deadline of the report is drawing near. I have only 3 weeks left. In such period, I have to get by with less sleeping hours because of emails during night. Usually I can ignore those emails but when things get tighter, I cannot afford not to read them any more. The earlier understanding of problems will give me the more freedom and time for the solution.
Out the window, buds of peach trees are just about to break, showing deep pinkish petals underneath. I can hear soft, firm foot steps of spring, perfectly regardless of my pressed situation. I know they are not two different things.