Seasonal
It's been a long winter, long and cold and snowy and seemingly endless. But isn't that what we say every winter? I smelled spring the other day though, briefly, before it got bitterly cold and dumped another foot of snow on us the next day. It's coming. You can always feel it coming, just like that first breath of crispness that signals the coming on of autumn. Those are the two seasons I like best, spring and autumn. I don't like weather extremes, and spring has that unbending, unburdening newness, that special feeling of freedom and rebirth. It comes again.