While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.
- Patience Strong

The rays of the sun make their way through the trees as I turn my face towards them. The bark of the tree it like art, and later, after the photo is taken, I spend too much time online trying to identify it. Who cares what it is. Will identifying it make any more amazing? The smoothness of the trunk feels like silk, and the sun rays shower me with anticipation.

As I sit typing I can hear the song of new birds outside the window, and notice a pinkness to the sky as the sun rises over the lake. I find comfort in the repetitive cycles of the seasons, understanding that winter is not over, but, spring is lingering backstage, eagerly awaiting her turn.