it is raining today - much like any february day in alabama. the rain hits the window pane just over my left shoulder. i type and listen, it sounds comforting - these last weeks of winter. wet, gray, dull and mostly lifeless. the grass is dull and the trees that haven't shed their leaves, hang on to brittle brown skeletons of last year's glory. but...as the wind blows, the thunder blusters and the rain falls ... this is the time of year that my spirit begins to sigh and whisper - spring is coming, spring is coming. i pay no attention to groundhog's day - his shadow doesn't seem to work the same way here. i pay no attention to valentine's day - it holds no meaning for me. what matters is that february is the month when the seasons begin to turn the corner. next month comes the beginnings of the earth returning to life - the grass begins to grow, the birds nest, the flowers begin their budding, and the air takes on that magical, pure, spring quality where all possibilities abound. much like this magical wisteria - it will surround me and intoxicate me. i await and abide....spring is coming.