Today feels like spring here in Nashville. Driving home from work in the dusk instead of the dark, the smell of a warmer season enters an open window and an open heart. Thoughts of spring thaw winter's frozen dreams and stir the sagging spirit like a promise or a proverb. A vision of what may come---or what is not here. Now the sun is set. The gentle wind whispers warm hope, but beneath it, a subtle chill of caution . . . Don't pull the wishbone, child, it ain't dry . . . and I close a reluctant window. It feels like spring. But it's not.
Above all else, guard your heart,
for it is the wellspring of life.
---Proverbs 4:23
