Spring is finally coming, though not as fast as I'd like. It's taken almost forty years for me to finally decide it, but I think my favorite season is the one we're coming up on: the smell of wet ground, bright shoots of things peeking out, the colored fuzz on trees making everything look slightly out of focus. The sunlight. I'm a night owl by habit, if not by nature, but I'm happiest when I can actually manage to wander the world in the morning. The air feels different. I love it.