Fluted Sprigs of Spring~

Apparently, it is spring here in Toronto. While the weather tells me otherwise, the one thing that has changed is the early morning light--it is already light when I wake at 6:30. I am longing to live out of doors, build up calluses on the bottoms of my feet and become sun tinged. Sometimes I even have fantasies about rolling around in sun-warmed soil... These are the things racing through my head as I am racing through Union station, already 3 minutes late for work, bumping into people and wishing I was in a flowy dress on some hill top somewhere. Ahh, for the spring days of youth--when you could smell the soil awakening~