...whispers of springtime. Senses awaken for the moment as realization of the past come to mind. Thoughts, images flash before me, laughter echoes the hallways of the heart. It hears and smiles at this, and remembers. A time when love was new, fresh and mine for the holding. No hurt or betrayal was yet known and innocence was as pure as it could be. The first communications... emails, phone calls, then the first encounter. A glimpse of something so beautiful I deemed myself unworthy of it. So unworthy that even today it eludes me. With the whispers of March teasing the senses I watch, wait and remember..