the last day of March. 

Spring is arriving.  the pussy willow tree is exploding. the tulips are growing and the country side is tinted in fresh vibrant green. 

the sky is blue and the temperatures are finally rising again. the air is fresh and crisp and carries a sense of new beginning. dreams are unleashed and the mornings are less dark. 

i woke up with a smile on my face. energetic and in good spirits. there is no explanation for why I am smiling on a Tuesday and why I felt doom and gloom on Monday.  Yet there is a blue ribbon that runs through the days like a red thin threat and it's called hope. hope is wishing, dreaming, imagining. 

hope is the engine within me and spring is an excellent fuel.