Winters hanging on, despite the changing calendar date. Frost and rain, then sunny skies. We wear coats in the morning, just to peel them off at noon and then put them back on again as the sun settles down. Winters hanging on. The blooms hang gaily on trees and bushes–their color cheering us as we watch in awe the awakening of nature. Green leaves unfurl and reach for the sun, just to endure mornings and evenings of lows in the random 30 or 40 degrees…Winters hanging on! Spring has sprung, so come on sun–Shine, Baby, Shine! Warm these bones, tan this skin, caress this body with your rays!