Closer to Fine

I'm feeling good this morning; calm and happy. One of the beautiful things about spring is the essence of hope that seems to permeate all things. It's simply impossible to be cranky and bruised when the world around you is coming alive again. When the air is saturated with the scent of orange blossoms and cresote. Especially this year when the desert is impossibly green because of the winter rains. I can't wait to hit the lake wake boarding, to drop the top on the Beetle on the way into work in the morning, to lie by the pool on Saturday afternoons.

Spring is a feeling of freshness and newness. It carries with it a hint of mischief and the promise that anything can happen. So keep your eyes open- the adventure is just beginning.