I love the way the clouds hover over the city...I get that low ceiling feeling in this kind of weather.
I'm glad it's finally spring, as I'm sure many people, animals and plants would agree. It's been a little warmer, mild enough for the rains to wake up the daffodils and cherry blossoms. When I breathe, the air tastes fresh; my pores drink the clean, crisp newness. The northern hemisphere of the world is like a coiled spring, tightly wound and ready to burst with the smallest nudge. The sun feels warmer and comfortable, and there is a vibrant explosion of colors everywhere.