It is a spring day like all the others. Nothing unusual about spring. It happens every year. Yet when spring erupts it is still a miracle. Things seemingly dead come alive. Buds burst forth. Hungry bees attack their first meal of the season as if its their last. The slight chill of the previous season tries to hang on, but the conquering newness steps on old man winter’s hands; finger by finger he releases his grip. Birds strectch forth their wings to catch the radiant warmth of the newborn sun. Unseen air begs each living creature to breathe its soul restoring freshness. It is a spring day like all the others. Enjoy the miracle.