Spring

Spring is now upon us, and it’s long overdue.  I had a great autumn but a mediocre winter.  So I’m hoping on a wonderful spring and even better summer.  I have nice trips lined up for the season: a junket to St. Louis for a half-marathon in April and a weeklong Army course in Atlanta a month later.  I hope to park my melancholy ass under a Jacaranda tree in a park next to a glistening body of water.  I’m going to soak up the sun as I read a book and ponder life’s riddles.  Once I read my fill, I want to run through woodsy trails and meadows, smelling the lilac and feeling the sun on my back.  Where do I go wrong?