The desolation and silence of winter; endless fields of white and quiet, stretching in all directions; the natural sound dampening offered by cold… I have long believed winter to be my favorite season of all. Yet, as I reflect upon sensations arising this spring, and compare them to my historically productive times, I begin to wonder if I should more embrace spring. I can still list winter as my favorite, but maybe I am the favorite of spring.

Every spring, I seem to find a renewed interest in law. Every spring, I seem to find a renewed interest in internet marketing. Every spring, well, I find a lot of my interests renewed.

Maybe I latch onto the freshness, the general buzz everyone has as we move toward warmer weather. Spring cleaning and spring flings… Does the year really even begin before this season?

THE YEAR’S at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven—
All’s right with the world!

“Pippa’s Song” by Robert Browning