The fresh fragrance of blooming flowers and the sounds of stirring life brings a certain nostalgia to this time of the year. Spring, the season of rebirth, innocence, happiness, and new beginnings. I believe that Innocence and Happiness are the same thing. When a person encounters the somber affairs of maturity, is a time when innocence ceases to exist - and happiness as well. The bleakness is overwhelming, yet there are always whispers of anticipation at the back of my mind, oh, they sound so enticing. They speak of wanderlust, lost love, smoldering passions, tenderness - yet they also mutter of mysteries, desires, and the darkness of the human soul. Why must these thoughts converge on my muddled mind? They come in flashes, in the most unexpected of times. Its perhaps during these times I think of you.