The world moves and I answer its siren call, as the nights yield to the turn of days and the sun rises a degree higher each day above the eastern hills. The song of summer that has enraptured me through winter remains and hugs every corner of my soul as spring now calls me forward. The music of the cycle of the seasons cannot ever be denied and it falls around me like raindrops escaping light summer clouds to freshen a dry world. My world, watered by all of you, slowly turns into the greenest garden. It grows and sets life in the joy and solace it finds within.