“There wasn’t a cloud in the cobalt sky. Gone were the miseries of winter and the encumbered horrors of the recent past. Gone were the naked trees that looked like fingers on a skeleton. The landscape sprouted bits of greenery signaling the advance of spring and the dawning of a new season, year, life.”

“There wasn’t a cloud in the cobalt sky. Gone were the miseries of winter and the encumbered horrors of the recent past. Gone were the naked trees that looked like fingers on a skeleton. The landscape sprouted bits of greenery signaling the advance of spring and the dawning of a new season, year, life.”

— Clay Anderson