Living in San Diego means Spring is already here.
Spring is magic. I remember growing up in Illinois and being amazed with the change of it all.
One night you go to sleep without leaves on the trees. They are just naked and gray and shaking away with the wind.
Green Sprouts of life.
The air changes and the drum of winter turns into a happy, spiffy little beat of Spring.
Legs come out of hiding.
Hands are held without gloves between.
Everything is anew