Sometimes in the spring the world get moving slowly... the thoughts just don't make it all the way through the process and yet the summertime always arrives on time.

The first summers I remember were spent on the beaches of Maine ... and in the forest nearby. Then in later years I went to the deserts of Arizona. And now I'm the mist of Washington.

Springtime is here ... time to start the world moving again and make more memories.

Today the world we live in is brighter ...
I'm not afraid ... Are you ?