The dove has returned with the olive branch and it looks like, if we’re good, god won’t ever destroy the earth with winter again.

Or something like that.

Hooray, Springtime, with your chirping birds and gentle breezes and longer days. Next stop, Summer, with face-of-the-sun hot, trips to the Keys, and warm sunsets while I’m barefoot on the beach.

It’s like seeing old friends you haven’t seen since you sat up and talked for hours after a bad movie. You knew you wouldn’t see them for a while but you didn’t realize exactly how long they’d be gone.