Springing Back

Blue skies ahead

And the clock ticks forward another week, the snow begins to melt and run in small rivers. It's a false thaw, still at the tail end of February's chill, but the air holds the scent of vibrant promise to come. A crispness and a coolness, so unlike the dead, odourless air of midwinter. A new excitement has taken hold of me, a carnal desire for the smell o…