I sit here watching the world waiting for something to happen but nothing happens. Everything looks the same like the day before and the day before. The trees look cold and cracked. The ground is covered with brown pine needles, thousands of them. It is cold, but the cold wont last much longer. Spring is coming. Its hard to think that the old plain trees will soon have fresh green leaves on its branches soon. I hear a dog bark and a bird chirping back as if they are having a conversation. Spring is near.