Love is calm, love is serene and peaceful. It is in some ways unfamiliar, but eternally gentle. Simple, uncomplicated.
I love spring. There's nothing better than sweeping winter out the door. No more low angled sun or 5 o'clock sunsets. Suddenly the evening breathes again and for the first time in months you can really feel the sun. T.S. Eliot couldn't be more wrong about April. Unfortunately, early spring is also incredibly fond of me and my nose. So much so that trees attempt to pollinate my sinuses for the first few weeks of April. (Thank you Tim.) This short burst of misery is completely worth it for all the benefits spring brings, because I get so much from it, I'll take the pain.