Call me fickle, but after the last two days of glorious windows-open warmth, I'm no longer longing for snow but for Spring. Maybe because I got that one last snow. Maybe because I'm tired of my hands hurting when I walk my daughter to school. Or maybe because I love how Spring reminds me that things move and grow and explode in green and color. And that, just like a snow drenched world, reminds me of my father's Kingdom. And that is good.(Image: mine)