I am craving sunshine.

Not the cold sunshine of March.

Not the windy days of March that burn my cheeks and twist my hair.

Not the brown-gray of early spring, like some freshly hatched chick. Ugly with not even the barest hint of the beauty to come.

I am craving sunshine.

The smell of fresh-cut grass that is a deep emerald green.

The strong breeze that lifts the heat from my skin with gentle relief.

I want to bathe in sunlight, soak in the heat. Let it burn away the winter and all my cares.

I am craving sunshine.