Running low on words this week, ironic after just writing how words are free. Spring so near yet the gloom of winter just now felt. I am not really ready to break forth in newness. Much to my dismay I am still wanting to be in hibernation mode. Warmer weather removes excuses to be insular and means stepping out into the world. Quiet time 'round fireplace and snuggling to get warm exchanged for the busyness of sports, yard work and visiting . These are all good but at the moment not as appealing as thoughts of pots of soup and books read under blankets. Very different than usual, this Melancholy with spring so near. Had the 12 disciples understood what was to come would they too not have wanted to hasten spring and that last Seder meal with their teacher? It is good that, that Passover came and so did His sacrifice on the cross, despite man's plans .And so spring will come followed by summer regardless of my mood or desires.