Spring Fever

March has come in like a frisky lamb here in the north. The temperatures hover near freezing but in the air, along with the thawing detritus of winter, is an undeniable sweetness of spring. A brisk walk this week with a friend left us both smelling of fresh, springtime air. I can feel the flowers straining again in their wintry tombs and a restlessness in my bones.

In spring, I remember what it feels like to be in love, to be young, to yearn and to hope.

I believe there are universal laws of physics that apply to all aspects of existence. Cycles are everywhere and give me hope that I, my country and the world can find new life in the midst of destruction. How else can growth occur and life sustain itself?

If a flower, after enduring -25 degrees, can regenerate itself, is the legend of the phoenix really just a myth?