The warm wind brushes across my face, and that is enough to convince me it's time for spring. The simplicity of nature is enough to reel me in. I look and see new buds on the tree that will soon bloom into a feast for our eyes but also a feast to the little bees coming out from a long nice winter's nap. I will miss the mornings that I would wake up and smell the fragrance of the crackling fireplace in the next room and hot chocolate. I will miss all of that but it will come again next year. For the last five months I have been missing the buffet of flowers and life for my eyes and all the sun and life in the spring and summer days. Its time for a change of heart, change of mind, and change of nature.