- Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
- Man never Is, but always To be blest:
- The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
- Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
|Temporary rivers found in almost every field|
I do believe the entire Midwest was hoping for the winter to break. All of this energy, focused on one thing, may have done the trick. For the first day, in over a month, we hit our "average" high. 49 degrees never felt so damn good. My booties, winter mitts and amphi tights were shed--replaced with light weight tights, thin gloves and just a synthetic long sleeve on top. No hat, no ear band. I could actually feel the sun on my skin. The arrival of spring has never been more welcomed.
|A few of my friends and I biked to go see this great grey owl|
With this change of seasons comes a change in me. A stirring, or giddiness if you will. My youth has bubbled up, not unlike the ground water flowing everywhere right now, and I want to play. Everything seems more pleasurable--music, food and yes, biking. I can only hope this excitement for life has taken hold of you as well. Until I find myself indoors again writing, enjoy some spring scenes from Wisconsin.
|Mother Nature's bike rack|