Spring slowly breathes life into the world around us. Hills and plains stretch to the horizon and shimmer with a new found purpose and slowly across the land all the creatures return, awake or are born. Spring with her gentle warmth and tepid rains bring forth the palest green shoots from the long bare wood and slowly they will unfurl to a deeper shade of a green that conjures thoughts of the greatest health and vitality. Flowers shall scent the air and reflect the gold of the climbing sun and pour a joy into my heart. The air rushes in and settles clear and calm over misty mornings that belie later clear blue skies where birds swim and call to long lost loves or striving perhaps to make a new union that shall last for life. For the world is ever a wonder to me and I see the beauty of all my springs so far with rapture.