As winter comes to pass, and the days darken sooner I am becoming nostalgic for spring. Since I am living in the south now in contrast to the snowy northeast of my youth there is little chance of a white Christmas so I would rather skip the windy chill in the air that southerners call winter and move on to the new buds and flowers of spring. I am waiting for long days to be accompanied by long walks. I am dreaming of the bright green buds of spring, freshly grown and not yet darkened by the constant sunlight. Until then I might just wish every once in awhile for a blizzard anyway - because you never know what life will bring.