February 7, 2003

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  Spring, Oh Where For Art Thou Spring?
  
  

  
  

  I love Spring, the warm days with just a hint of the passing winter's cold.  The newness of it all; the birds looking for mates, the flowers opening up and accepting the sun into their souls, the trees as their buds open, exposing the large, gentle, green ogres. Insects and animals search for their new homes, in hopes of finding the perfect spot. I love the warm sunny days, which seem to be created just for good photography or even a little sketching.   Everything is new and fresh, and the world, if for just a moment, seems right.

  
  

   

  
  

  The light streaming through the windows, the cool breezes as they flow into the house, clearing out winter’s drudgery.  The smell of the Spring air is clean, refreshed, anew.   The songs of birds, and the laughter of children dance through the house. Laughter is clearer and louder, and it would seem, even happier.  Everyone seems to love spring; the dogs get a bit happier, more playful.  The kitties bask in any available sunlight, including that on laps, tables, windowsills, even the floor will suffice.

  
  

   

  
  

  Winter still lingers in the night, as a cold breeze cuts through the darkness, but the sun rising in the morning brings hopes of warmth, happiness, and peace.  Mother Nature has renewed herself once again; a time for us all to begin a new growth in our lives.  We are but one person, each of us.  We may not be able to save the world, but we can save ourselves….in the hopes that the world will follow, and that is all that matters.

  
  

   

  
  

   

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