A first step into the night leaves a savour of the sunlit calendar untouched. It sits within a memory of the time spent withal in the desire to see another day. It holds tightly in the memory of all of us waiting for the light to herald persistence in survival. See the sun rises greater now in a riotous birth that stimulates the sap of man into a coercive fortitude. No matter the age, no matter the lost vigour to the seasons passed. We wait and slowly the world answers; it whispers with majesty and reverence, wake up and step into the coming spring. Who, but the enemies of nature can refuse its siren call? I am awake and waiting and each evening the vista lightens more to joy.