I await your return with an anxious twitch in my right foot. I dream of your glorious light shinning in on my as I struggle to wake. I hold close the memories of your gentle breeze and soft caress. The colors that you have shown me are the perfect therapy for an aching soul. My spring, please come back to me. I know you are far away, but I believe that we are so tightly wound that you can still hear my call. This time my spring, I know you hold special gifts for me. Gifts of life and love wrapped up in a tiny baby boy. Oh my spring, that magic the you will bring. I am waiting.