Snowing in April? No, the sky is a glorious shade of blue. Only a few clouds are being herded by the wind. And yet, through my curtains, I see white flakes dancing and swirling, playing on the fingertips of angels. There is an apple orchard over the garden wall, beyond the library. The petals are floating on the breeze, making me think of manna descending from heaven. I can smell the sweet blossoms through my open window. The sound of leaves unfolding in the warm sunlight is like a sleeping child's easy breathing. Spring is the rebirth and awakening of the virile, dreaming earth.