Spring is within me. It’s a season of the heart unlike any other. I have felt it many times. In the past, I have ignored it. Thought to myself, “It’s too early for this Spring,” or, “I’m too old for this Spring.” But THIS Spring, surges through me and asks me to love it. It says that if I love …

They don’t wade in so much as they are taken. Deep in the day, in the deep of the field, every current in the grass whispers hurry hurry, every yellow spreads its perfume like a rumor, impelling them further on. It is the way of girls. It is the sway of their dresses in the summer trance- light, their bare …