April 25, 2004
The weather is way beyond seasonal heat in April. I am missing my Spring. They say it won't stay this way but it has been stained for me. When the breeze picks up in the evening and the cool air flows across me I feel renewed in spirit and in body. I am a lover of the wind. As a child I begged to run with the wind at the first signs of a storm moving in. Many times my mother denied me but ONCE in awhile she set me free. I've never felt so alive in all my life.