I'm on the road again today, or in the air rather, on my way to Minneapolis after a fabulous few days in the mountains. Do you ever get those days when you're nostalgic for no real reason at all? Today is one of them for me. With spring right around the corner, I'm already missing these spectacular mountain views, and the skiing that went with them. It feels like everything is on the verge of change, which I suppose is mostly true. Spring is the season of rebirth, after all. But it's going to be a good one, I can feel it.
Or maybe I'm just reading too much Bukowski.