March has opened its door and I warily step inside. Strange feelings wrap my being of late, as though the dream world has sprung a leak and is seeping into my reality. Feelings change like weather, and my mists will surely lift as a fresh breeze blows through and the sunlight warms the air. Until then, I stand in the doorway and wait for March to roll out its road before me.
"Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do."
- Michel de Montaigne