The trees outside are exploding into dense, perfumed clouds of pink and red. It's as violent and extreme as any birth and breathtaking.  
The fog of all the things that haunted me all season has lifted, and I feel relief. It's been hard to find clarity in the haze of winters hibernation. When everything is dead and grey outside, I crave little indoor fires and when there is isn't one, I spend too much time trying to create one.  Fun turns into need and that's where I get lost.  I am not about to ruin my limited dance with warm weather, trying to worry about boys. 
Besides, I have a love affair with my electra ticino bike to tend to.(and I wont have to worry about him calling me late at night to tell me he's leaving me for someone else)