Whispers of Spring

I love the toasty fires that warm me to the core during these long winter months, but there's nothing like the coming of spring.

It's still February, but the trees around our school are beginning to tease me with their first little blooms.

And when a breeze flits in, waving the sun-starved branches over my car like a magic wand, I can hear it gently whisper, Spring is near.