Year after year after year. It never ceases to amaze me.
It is Spring in all its magical birth, rebirth and simple beauty of life.
Actually, I think I feel the magic of each season as it takes its place in the year. Yes, even Winter. When I see the first snow, I feel sparkly bits of adrenaline.
I understand the allure of living in a constantly temperate climate. I also love the change of the seasons. I think it is like the cycles of yoga, beginning with breath.