Concrete. Brick. Mortar. Repeat...
For my family... The bathroom in my bedroom has a window right behind the toilet. This morning I was peeing and staring out into the yard. I spotted a bumble bee crawling across the roof. Spring. The seasons can signify many things. I suppose it depends on who you are. For most, I would imagine they bring hope, change or inspiration. Perhaps all three. But not me. I don't think I've ever needed the Spring as much as I do now. The sun is like an awakening of sorts. Its bright light can change everything in an instant. There's something about the warmth, the light, the smell of green. So I've heard. I've needed a change for quite some time. So long, that it's hard for me to explain. It might be easier for me to speak in metaphors. I'm not quite ready to talk about all of this. But I need to let it go. Suppose for the past 30 years you had been walking in the cold, gray, Winter. What if you'd watched countless seasons come and go but the Spring had always e...