Unbearable Sweetness

Spring has arrived here in the Midwest. I am awakened by the familiar sounds of singing birds in the morning. The temperatures hover near the 70s. The trees have exploded with multi-colored blossoms. The air has a different smell and quality in Spring- fresh and new. Spring means new birth. I turn my attention to my own reformation as writer and speaker. There is an undeniable sweetness to life. It seems to hang in the air like overripe fruit, pregnant with possiblity.