The promise of Spring has been at the tip of our noses for a while now, playing hide-and-seek with our beleaguered, over-wintered souls. Its jack-in-a-box explosions of sunshine and birdsong, however, have not fully coaxed us out of the wraps of grey trance the end of Winter brings. Not just yet. But it is here. All around us. Keeping quiet, mounting its forces, waiting for the right moment to explode from a dreamlike certainty into a pneumatic life power. We await - it and all the promises it’ll bring. This time – the time of promises - may be the sweetest time of the year. Unsullied by the anguishes of an unfolding growing season, ignorant of the doomsday scenarios we’ll be grappling with in the months ahead, we brim with childlike earnestness, eager to experience our world anew. Wide eyes, open hearts. Lyrical and rambunctious all at once.