Spring

It is that magical time of the year again. Grass peeps out from underneath that cold shroud of snow. and little rivulets of icemelt run off the sidewalk in tiny jingling cascades. Flocks of geese are flying in formation, heading northwards. On this Saturday morning, the first day of the break, lazy undergrads lie sprawled on deck chairs in their front lawns, soaking in the heat of the new born sun. People walk with a peppy spring in their steps, and a beatific smile on their faces, joy bubbling over. Nature has said, nay, hinted, that the tough times are gone, and some days of rest and rejuvenation in the balmy early days of spring are upon us. Soon, Spring will dawn in all its magnificence, and I would want to be nowhere else but in lovely Minneapolis.