There's a point, early in springtime, where the atmosphere seems to lift and the air fills up with sunlight. Right now, outside my window, the sky is this greyish pink that's about as close to cherry blossom as I think it's possible to get. There's not many leaves on the trees, not yet, but I guess they'll be coming soon.

I write about the spring a lot. This is something that's definitely increased as I've got older: when I was a kid I used to love the winter, with its comfort and the warm glow of inside. But I find it harder and harder to keep myself motivated during the months between November and March and I think the lack of sunlight has a lot to do with it. Everything just closes down and I lose focus somehow. It's great that all that's coming back.